Леонид Белкин - Настоящий Бажов
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The wind howls, blows snow dust
Mother winter brings a frosty chill
All white, white earth - late dawn
It catches us on the road, but we’re not halfway there

A shovel on one shoulder, a pick on the other
Tattered clothes lost warmth
Let's press together, like wolves in a pack
Beards in ice, and knots behind the shoulder

And there are the dumps, and here is the mine itself
Wow, look
Come on, brothers, hurry up, see the German screaming
Schneller, schneller Kuhscheiße
Let’s whisper our Father and let’s go down into the slaughter
Don't worry guys, we'll all die someday

The fortresses will move - the mountain sighed
Pebble by pebble, but still alive
Eh, swing wider, there’s no strength
A miserable lunch on water and bread
Our convict life, oh poor people
The sky is the same for us, for life
There are so many of our crosses on the Ural hills
Every village is half widows

Whether you are a master, or whether you are a dirty tramp
It’s all the same for the master - your life is nothing
Those who are not twisted with a whip are not beaten in the back with a stick.
Oh, he won’t understand, he’s not tormented - his heart is boiling

Eh, if only an ataman could be found, we would rise up
Let's go for a walk, dear ones, in all directions
Eh, sharp sabers in your hands would play
They would burn everything and disappear like a gray wolf in the forests

Like a rabid gray wolf, tearing gentlemen to pieces
And if they find it, let them hang it, it’s better this way than out of boredom
The wind howls, blows snow dust
Mother winter brings a frosty chill