Текст песни Русская народная песня - По диким степям Забайкалья

In the wild steppes of Transbaikalia,
Where gold digging in the mountains.
Tramp, cursing fate,
Trailed with wallet on his shoulders.
Tramp, cursing fate,
Trailed with wallet on his shoulders.
Escaped from prison on a dark night,
In prison, he suffered for the truth.
Run no more urine
Before him stretched Baikal.
Tramp Baikal suitable
Fishing boat takes
And the sad song starts,
About the Motherland something sings.
Tramp Baikal moved
Towards darling mother.
Oh, hello, hello oh, dear!
How healthy is your father and my brother?
Thy father had long been in the grave,
Syroyu buried underground.
And your brother had long been in Siberia,
It has long irons rattles.