Текст песни Семен Глинин, Сергей Пушкин, Виктор Бардин - Не бил барабан перед смутным полком

I do not beat the drum to obscure a regiment
when we were burying the leader
and the corpse is not a farewell rifle fire
We lowered into the earth

And the poor given the accolade in the night
bayonets grave digging
We dim the lights in the fog moon
Torches blazed and smoky

For it does not cover the coffin of the deceased
It does not lie in the planked captivity
wrapped in a cloak of his combat
He fell asleep as the warriors in the field

More svershёn was not fatal rite
and the hour has come Separation
and hit the shaft Perun messenger
and we have it does not herald of battle

Sorry comrade there is nothing
memory bloody grave
and we leave you alone
with thy immortal glory