Иркутский городской театр народной драмы - Царским орлам
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Sleep, native heroes
Glory, great fights!
To you in the grave chambers
There is no access for enemies.
Full of formidable courage,
In the seichs of the bloody war,
The debt of a sacred oath
All of you remained true.
You didn't run away from enemies
Did not bargain in battle
You didn't dare to sell
Mother-nombled.
In agony you silently demolished
Cold, and hunger, and heat,
They honestly served the homeland
You are an unprecedented war.
You were not tortured with spies
Clicking closely into the ring;
The shoulder straps were not torn from you
You were not spitting in the face.
The mob did not mock you,
You were not threatened with scourges
The bodies were not torn with bayonets
Our slaves-weaves ...
Sleep in a distant foreign land,
Bold brothers-brothers;
Lavra victorious now
You are destined, brave people!
Your covenants are saints
They will not die with you forever.
Your affairs are fighting
New fighters will be collected.
The banners will develop again
Washed off the mold of resentment,
The epaulets will be stuck again
The royal anthem will thunder.
A friendly family will gather
New flocks of eagles,
To a formidable struggle will be started
In the hum of victorious thunders.
Sleep, heroes-soldiers,
SPE, hero-officer;
The Russian army is rich
You showed an example!
Anyone will not condemn you
The enemy will remember you good,
He will tell you: "Brothers, thank you."
The Russian is an insightful people.
Sleep in the mysterious hallway
Sleep proud of eagles;
Honest Russia on the knees
Crying at your coffins ...

Kislovodsk, 1917