Константин Жиляков - Белая Гвардия
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In a foreign country, far away
Where in the Parisian booths it’s sad
Where there are no freemen, and where there are strangers, everyone
They mutter something in their French

Denikin, emigrated to Paris
Wrangel is in Brussels, and Kolchak is shot
And all the bridges behind us are burned
Where there is no tsar, there is no longer Russia

But there is no turning back, they are no longer waiting for a return
Where back?To where they were driven from?
They were guards there, but what have we become here?
No name, no honor, no medals

Rainy Paris sheltered all the color
The former Empire, destroyed, broken
Yes, officers, there is no turning back for us.
And the glory of the White Guard is forgotten

So how many times have they given their lives for you?
In an unequal battle we fell - we got up
That’s all God’s will and protects me
Mother's gift - Nicholas icon

Yes, gentlemen, for the Faith and the Tsar!
Bullets whistled and shells exploded
After all, God is with us, the Russian Land is behind us!
Dying with honor is the best reward

In a foreign country, far away
Where in the Parisian booths it’s sad
Where there are no freemen, and where there are strangers, everyone
They mutter something in their French