Текст песни Марина Капуро - По диким степям Забайкалья

On wild steppes of Transbaikalia,
Where to dig gold in the mountains,
Tramp sydby ppoklinaya,
He trailed with symoy shoulders.
He escaped from the prison of the dark night,
In prison, he suffered for the truth.
To go further has no urine,
Before him stretched Baikal.
Bpodyaga Baykaly to fit,
Fisherman lodky bepet.
And the sad song starts,
About the Motherland something sings.
Bpodyaga pepeehal Baikal -
Havstpechy podimaya mother:
& quot; Oh, zdpavstvyy, ah, zdpavstvyy, native,
Zdopov whether my father and bpat? & Quot;
& quot; Your father has long yzh in the grave,
Sypoyu zapyt earth,
And your long-yzh bpat in Sibipi,
It has long been thunder shackles & quot ;.
On wild steppes of Transbaikalia,
Where is the gold in poyut gopah,
Bpodyaga sydby ppoklinaya,
He trailed with symoy shoulders.