Русская Императорская Армия - Было дело под Полтавой
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Было дѣло подъ Полтавой,
Дѣло славное, друзья!
Мы дралися тамъ со шведомъ
Подъ знаменами Петра!
Мы дралися тамъ со шведомъ
Подъ знаменами Петра!
Нашъ могучій Императоръ -
Память вѣчная ему! -
Богатырь былъ между нами
По осанкѣ и уму!
Богатырь былъ между нами
По осанкѣ и уму!
Самъ, родимый, предъ полками
Словно соколъ онъ леталъ!
Самъ ружьемъ солдатскимъ правилъ,
Самъ и пушки заряжалъ!
Самъ ружьемъ солдатскимъ правилъ,
Самъ и пушки заряжалъ!
Бой кипѣлъ. Герой Полтавы,
Нашъ державный великанъ,
Ужъ не разъ грозою грянулъ
На могучій вражій станъ!
Ужъ не разъ грозою грянулъ
На могучій вражій станъ!
Былъ тотъ день для насъ великій!
Смерть витала вкругъ Царя!
Но хранилъ Господь для Руси
Императора Петра!
Но хранилъ Господь для Руси
Императора Петра!
Пули облакомъ носились,
Кровь горячая лилась!
Вдругъ одна злодѣйка-пуля
Въ шляпу царскую впилась.
Вдругъ одна злодѣйка-пуля
Въ шляпу царскую впилась.
Видно, шведы промахнулись -
Императоръ усидѣлъ,
Шляпу снялъ, перекрестился,
Снова въ битву полетѣлъ!
Шляпу снялъ, перекрестился,
Снова въ битву полетѣлъ!
Много шведовъ, много русскихъ
Подъ Полтавою легло.
Вдругъ еще впилася пуля
Прямо въ царское сѣдло.
Вдругъ еще впилася пуля
Прямо въ царское сѣдло.
Не смутился Императоръ,
Взоръ какъ молнія сверкалъ!
Конь не дрогнулъ отъ удара,
Конь быстрѣе поскакалъ!
Конь не дрогнулъ отъ удара,
Конь быстрѣе поскакалъ!
Тутъ какъ разъ и третья пуля
Повстрѣчалася съ Петромъ,
Прямо въ грудь она летѣла
И ударила, какъ громъ.
Прямо въ грудь она летѣла
И ударила, какъ громъ.
Чудо дивное свершилось:
Въ этотъ мигъ царь усидѣлъ.
На груди царя высокой
Чудотворный крестъ висѣлъ.
На груди царя высокой
Чудотворный крестъ висѣлъ.
Пуля съ визгомъ отскочила
Отъ широкаго креста,
И спасенный побѣдитель
Славилъ Господа Христа!
И спасенный побѣдитель
Славилъ Господа Христа!
Было дѣло подъ Полтавой!
Сотни летъ еще пройдутъ -
Эти царскія три пули
Въ сердцѣ русскомъ не умрутъ!
Эти царскія три пули
Въ сердцѣ русскомъ не умрутъ!
Дѣло славное, друзья!
Мы дралися тамъ со шведомъ
Подъ знаменами Петра!
Мы дралися тамъ со шведомъ
Подъ знаменами Петра!
Нашъ могучій Императоръ -
Память вѣчная ему! -
Богатырь былъ между нами
По осанкѣ и уму!
Богатырь былъ между нами
По осанкѣ и уму!
Самъ, родимый, предъ полками
Словно соколъ онъ леталъ!
Самъ ружьемъ солдатскимъ правилъ,
Самъ и пушки заряжалъ!
Самъ ружьемъ солдатскимъ правилъ,
Самъ и пушки заряжалъ!
Бой кипѣлъ. Герой Полтавы,
Нашъ державный великанъ,
Ужъ не разъ грозою грянулъ
На могучій вражій станъ!
Ужъ не разъ грозою грянулъ
На могучій вражій станъ!
Былъ тотъ день для насъ великій!
Смерть витала вкругъ Царя!
Но хранилъ Господь для Руси
Императора Петра!
Но хранилъ Господь для Руси
Императора Петра!
Пули облакомъ носились,
Кровь горячая лилась!
Вдругъ одна злодѣйка-пуля
Въ шляпу царскую впилась.
Вдругъ одна злодѣйка-пуля
Въ шляпу царскую впилась.
Видно, шведы промахнулись -
Императоръ усидѣлъ,
Шляпу снялъ, перекрестился,
Снова въ битву полетѣлъ!
Шляпу снялъ, перекрестился,
Снова въ битву полетѣлъ!
Много шведовъ, много русскихъ
Подъ Полтавою легло.
Вдругъ еще впилася пуля
Прямо въ царское сѣдло.
Вдругъ еще впилася пуля
Прямо въ царское сѣдло.
Не смутился Императоръ,
Взоръ какъ молнія сверкалъ!
Конь не дрогнулъ отъ удара,
Конь быстрѣе поскакалъ!
Конь не дрогнулъ отъ удара,
Конь быстрѣе поскакалъ!
Тутъ какъ разъ и третья пуля
Повстрѣчалася съ Петромъ,
Прямо въ грудь она летѣла
И ударила, какъ громъ.
Прямо въ грудь она летѣла
И ударила, какъ громъ.
Чудо дивное свершилось:
Въ этотъ мигъ царь усидѣлъ.
На груди царя высокой
Чудотворный крестъ висѣлъ.
На груди царя высокой
Чудотворный крестъ висѣлъ.
Пуля съ визгомъ отскочила
Отъ широкаго креста,
И спасенный побѣдитель
Славилъ Господа Христа!
И спасенный побѣдитель
Славилъ Господа Христа!
Было дѣло подъ Полтавой!
Сотни летъ еще пройдутъ -
Эти царскія три пули
Въ сердцѣ русскомъ не умрутъ!
Эти царскія три пули
Въ сердцѣ русскомъ не умрутъ!
It was a house of Poltava,
It’s glorious, friends!
We were fighting there with a gossip
Under the banners of Peter!
We were fighting there with a gossip
Under the banners of Peter!
Our powerful emperor -
Memory is Vesky! -
The hero was between us
By posture and mind!
The hero was between us
By posture and mind!
Sami, darling, before shelves
Like a falcon he was flying!
Himself with a gun of soldiers' rules,
He charged himself and guns!
Himself with a gun of soldiers' rules,
He charged himself and guns!
The battle was boiled. Hero of Poltava,
Our sovereign giant,
I didn’t struck with a thunderstorm
On a mighty enemy!
I didn’t struck with a thunderstorm
On a mighty enemy!
There was that day for us great!
Death hung up the king!
But the Lord kept for Rus'
Emperor Peter!
But the Lord kept for Rus'
Emperor Peter!
Bullets of the cloud rushed,
Hot blood spilled!
Suddenly one crush-gun
In the royal hat stuck.
Suddenly one crush-gun
In the royal hat stuck.
Apparently, the Swedes missed -
The emperor reinforced
He took off his hat, crossed himself,
Again, I flew into the battle!
He took off his hat, crossed himself,
Again, I flew into the battle!
Many Swedes, many Russians
It lay down under the past.
Suddenly a bullet was still pushing
Directly in Tsarskoye Sdlo.
Suddenly a bullet was still pushing
Directly in Tsarskoye Sdlo.
The emperor was not embarrassed,
The gaze was sparkling like a lightning!
The horse did not tremble from the blow,
The horse galloped fast!
The horse did not tremble from the blow,
The horse galloped fast!
Here like a connector and the third bullet
Folded with Peter,
She was years old
And hit like a thunder.
She was years old
And hit like a thunder.
A wonderful miracle happened:
In this MiG, the king was strengthened.
On the chest of the king is high
The miraculous cross hung.
On the chest of the king is high
The miraculous cross hung.
The bullet bounced with a screech
From a wide cross,
And the rescued victorious
Praised the Lord Christ!
And the rescued victorious
Praised the Lord Christ!
It was a house of Poltava!
Hundreds of years will still pass -
These tsars three bullets
In the heart of Russian will not die!
These tsars three bullets
In the heart of Russian will not die!
It’s glorious, friends!
We were fighting there with a gossip
Under the banners of Peter!
We were fighting there with a gossip
Under the banners of Peter!
Our powerful emperor -
Memory is Vesky! -
The hero was between us
By posture and mind!
The hero was between us
By posture and mind!
Sami, darling, before shelves
Like a falcon he was flying!
Himself with a gun of soldiers' rules,
He charged himself and guns!
Himself with a gun of soldiers' rules,
He charged himself and guns!
The battle was boiled. Hero of Poltava,
Our sovereign giant,
I didn’t struck with a thunderstorm
On a mighty enemy!
I didn’t struck with a thunderstorm
On a mighty enemy!
There was that day for us great!
Death hung up the king!
But the Lord kept for Rus'
Emperor Peter!
But the Lord kept for Rus'
Emperor Peter!
Bullets of the cloud rushed,
Hot blood spilled!
Suddenly one crush-gun
In the royal hat stuck.
Suddenly one crush-gun
In the royal hat stuck.
Apparently, the Swedes missed -
The emperor reinforced
He took off his hat, crossed himself,
Again, I flew into the battle!
He took off his hat, crossed himself,
Again, I flew into the battle!
Many Swedes, many Russians
It lay down under the past.
Suddenly a bullet was still pushing
Directly in Tsarskoye Sdlo.
Suddenly a bullet was still pushing
Directly in Tsarskoye Sdlo.
The emperor was not embarrassed,
The gaze was sparkling like a lightning!
The horse did not tremble from the blow,
The horse galloped fast!
The horse did not tremble from the blow,
The horse galloped fast!
Here like a connector and the third bullet
Folded with Peter,
She was years old
And hit like a thunder.
She was years old
And hit like a thunder.
A wonderful miracle happened:
In this MiG, the king was strengthened.
On the chest of the king is high
The miraculous cross hung.
On the chest of the king is high
The miraculous cross hung.
The bullet bounced with a screech
From a wide cross,
And the rescued victorious
Praised the Lord Christ!
And the rescued victorious
Praised the Lord Christ!
It was a house of Poltava!
Hundreds of years will still pass -
These tsars three bullets
In the heart of Russian will not die!
These tsars three bullets
In the heart of Russian will not die!
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