Translation of the song На сопках Маньчжурии (long version) | Na sopkakh Man'chzhurii artist Russian Folk
На сопках Маньчжурии (long version) | Na sopkakh Man'chzhurii
On the hills of Manchuria
Въ утренней мглѣ
In the morning fog
Горнъ проигралъ сигналъ.
a horn had played a signal
Сопокъ уснувшихъ чуткій покой
A tender peace coming from the sleeping hills
Маршъ боевой взорвалъ.
was broken by the march of the battle
Шквальный огонь
A heavily shoot
Встрѣтилъ пѣхоты цѣпь.
ran into the infantry line
Дыбомъ предъ ней вставала земля,
The Earth was raising in front of all of it
Въ небѣ рвалась шрапнель.
and the shrapnel was blowing up into the sky
Замолчалъ альтистъ молодой,
The young man with the bugle, silently fell down
Еле слышенъ маршъ боевой,
The march of the battle can barely be heard
И корнетъ умолкъ, и валторна,
and the cornet remained in silent and [in the side of] the French horn
Лишь играетъ трубачъ сѣдой.
only the gray-haired trumpeter is playing, yet
Вверхъ и впередъ!
Come up and go forward!
Близокъ окоповъ рядъ.
The trench line is very close
Гибель свинецъ навстрѣчу несетъ,
lead is bringing us to the encounter of death,
Но нѣтъ намъ пути назадъ.
But we don't have other way out
Рукопашный бой удалый
Focused on a hand-to-hand fight
Разыгрался въ морѣ огня.
Burst into the fire of the sea
Врагъ не забудетъ день схватки кровавой,
the enemy won't never forget the day which the blood struggle
Русскій нашъ штыкъ кляня.
because he was cursing into our Russian bayonet
Вѣнскій вальсъ оркестру полковому
The Viennese Waltz won't be played
Въ паркѣ городскомъ не играть -
in the city park by the regiment band
И трубачу, и альтисту младому
because, both: the trumpeter and the young man with the bugle
Въ сопкахъ судьба лежать.
remain in the hills
Горечь утратъ
The bitterness of those who have been lost
Болью сжимаетъ грудь,
they squeeze their chest with an immense pain
Павшихъ героевъ тѣни кружатъ,
The shadows of the heroes who have fallen are whirling,
Вальсъ навѣваетъ грусть…
The Waltz is emanating sadness...
Спите, бойцы,
Sleep, fighters
Вѣчная память вамъ -
The ternal memory is all yours -
Нерукотворный всталъ къ небесамъ
A temple of imperishable glory
Славы нетлѣнный Храмъ!
has been emerged in the skies!
И не крестъ на сопкахъ стоитъ,
The cross is not the one which is standing on the hills,
Не гранитъ покой вашъ хранитъ,
It's not your peace that is being protected by granite,
О бояхъ и товарищахъ павшихъ
It's about all the battles and the camarades who have fallen
Вальсъ Маньчжурскій въ сердцахъ звучитъ.
It's about the Waltz of the Manchuria which is playing in our hearts!