Songs

O voždi! esli vyjdet na dolju moju
Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword
pred Gospodnim narodom pogibel', pogibel' v boju,
Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord,
- ne smuščajtes', v bitvu idite smelej!
Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path:
Pust' uznajut vragi silu našich mečej.
Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath!

Ty, nesuščij za mnoju moj luk i moj ščit,
Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,
esli vojsko moë ot vraga pobežit,
Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe,
o, ne daj perežit' mne tot mig rokovoj,
Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet!
pust' umru ja, sražennyj tvoeju rukoj!
Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet.

O, moj syn! Moj naslednik,
Farewell to others, but never we part,
pobeda, pobeda nas ždët!
Heir to my royalty, son of my heart!
Ver', čto slavoju vnov' naš zasvetit venec,
Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway,
il' s toboj, kak bojcy, my snoj vstretim konec.
Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!