Текст песни - Про моздокскую степь ямщик поет 1869 И. З. Суриков

in the steppe

                              Horses race-bear,
                              Steppe all run away;
                              Blizzard snow
                              At the steppes buzzing.

                              Snow and snow all around;
                              Heart takes sadness;
                              about Mozdok
                              Steppe coachman sings ...

                              How to play the steppe
                              Widely-large;
                              As in the steppe deaf
                              The driver died;

                              As in his last
                              Peredsmertny hour
                              He comrade
                              I give orders:

                              "I see the death of me
                              Here, in the desert, at once -
                              Do not you mark, friend,
                              Evil my grievances.

                              Evil my offense,
                              And silly,
                              Unwise words,
                              Former rudeness.

                              bury me
                              Here in the desert the deaf;
                              black horses
                              Take home.

                              Take home
                              Hand over of the priest;
                              Take a bow
                              Old Mother.

                              Young wife
                              Tell me, my friend,
                              To me it
                              Not waiting for home ...

                              By the way it has
                              Do not forget to say:
                              Hard widow
                              I throw it!

                              Tell mot
                              her farewell
                              And give a ring
                              Engagement.

                              Let me about it
                              Do not grieve;
                              With those on the heart,
                              Got married! "

                              He stopped the driver,
                              A tear rolls ...
                              And in the steppe deaf
                              Blizzard crying.

                              She votes,
                              The steppe is a moan,
                              The same song in her
                              Coachman is:

                              "As the scope of the steppe
                              Widely-large;
                              As in the steppe deaf
                              The driver died. "