Лампасы, Дарья Котова - Казнь
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The word "sea" at the hour of the surf
Red Square is buzzing
What's this talk about? What's there against
The place of execution?
The black chopping block is far away
Casts a shadow
Not a cloud in the sky
The heads shine... The day is clear
The sun shines brightly from the sky
On the Kremlin battlements
And around the high chopping block
Streltsy stand in two rows
Here the crowd sways
A whip has paved the way
Down that little path to the square
Stenka Razin is led

Shaven from the Cossack's head
Pitch-black curls
But their faces have not changed
The fear of execution and the pain of torture
Just as gloomy and stern
As before, he looks
Before him, the bygone time
Rises like a vivid dream
The quiet expanse of the Don
The vastness of Mother Volga
Where from ships large and small
He took tribute from the freebooters
How, with the Cossack force
Prowled like a steppe whirlwind
And the haughty boyars trembled before him

That insult does not pain me
That The weariness is not bitter
That the Moscow boyars
Have shackled the Cossack
Now on the executioner's block
They will chop off my head
And with the Cossack's scarlet blood
I will water the black platform
Oh, my beloved Don!
Mother Volga River!
Remember with a kind word
The Cossack Ataman!
Here is the platform before Stenka
Razin did not bat an eyelid
And he ascended the steps
With a brisk gait
He bowed to the people
Prayed at the cathedral
And the executioner in a red shirt
Swung his axe high
"Forgive me, baptized people!
Forgive me, farewell, Moscow!"
And the daring head rolled from the Cossack's shoulders