Текст песни Калинов мост - Сибирский марш

Spurs dug into the sides
Cries are heard: "At a gallop!"
Biting on the bit
We put our forehead under the whips.
The hump grows every day
There is a trace of a yoke on his face.
I could see the hope in my eyes
Legendary Ermak.
There's a wall behind the wall
For trouble - trouble.
But they don't let you die -
Here's your quinoa.
The role of the makeweight cripples
Worse than any chain.
Heresy rattles the brains from Obi
To the Argun steppes.
They say - when you cry
It's easier to endure.
Well, if there are no tears,
There is only one way - you have to sing.
The ligaments are tied in a knot
We drink from impotence.
But doubts - is it worth living?
We will not hesitate to kill.
Our mother is Siberia,
And Ural is our father.
Here they grit their teeth
When the flatterer pours honey.
The gums are bleeding
Fangs were worn into dust.
Anger deprives sleep
Musty den, -
We sharpen our bayonets.
We were tired of smoldering
The humps crackled.
We're ready to burn
Reduces cheekbones: "Rear up!"
In your power
With a skillful hand, knock down the flame.
But when our fires die
You will start to shiver.
January bred us
The ritual was not new.
Do you hear, brother, we said goodbye,
To meet again.
We try to get up
Don't stop us from getting up.
You sucked from us
So many years
The time has come - to give.

(c) D. Revyakin