Song, Through Wild Steppes Of The Zabaikalye... - Transl. (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Through wild steppes of the Zabaikalye, * - Zabaikalye - the region to the east of lake Baikal
Where gold's from hard rocks washed away,
A vagrant, who was cursing his fate,
Was dragging himself with a bag.

For thruth he has suffered in prison,
Escaped from that place at dark night.
And turned so weak and got illness -
Before him he saw Lake Baikal.

The vagrant had come to Baikal Lake,
And takes a fisher's boat to sail,
He starts singing loudly song sad
About beloved native land.

The vagrant had crossed vast Baikal soon,
And mother he sees in front of him:
'Oh mother, my dear, how do you do?
How brer's health? How dad does now feel? '

'Your father is long ago buried,
He is lying in raw earth for long,
And your brother is in Siberia
Is ringing with handcuffs till now... '

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The old russian song

http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=Hn3Y8iKNM4k
by Ligiya Ruslanova


http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=nTZH9-aHofw
by the choir of Pyatnitsky