Текст песни Белогвардейский романс - На свадебном столе.

At the wedding table , chopped candles,
Stubbornly burned out , in the darkness ,
And stealthily entered the forerunner of the troubles
In the Russian house, in that terrible October

And crying earth, then sobbed whose conscience
Gleaming blade blood poured insatiably
and dreams end and only a glimmer of hope
kept in the saddle desperate men
 
And they fell from their horses sleek ,
With a smile on his face, fellow traveler deaths
And the Red Army commander , with a look inflamed
Their findings on the death of the people before the court

They struck out Rus, they went into shame
With an oath to the Fatherland , the king
And clones of their soul to a stranger forbs
And still looking for the heavenly path

At the wedding table , chopped candles,
Stubbornly burned out , in the darkness ,
And stealthily entered the forerunner of the troubles
In the Russian house, in that terrible October