| Russian march composed in 1912 by Vasily Agapkin The moment of parting is nigh You look into my eyes with alarm. I sense you dear breath, And far away the storm is already gathering. A tremor ran through the blue, misty air, Alarm touched my temples, And Russia calls us to a feat, A breathe is wafting from the the marching regiments. Farewell, the land of the fathers, Remember us. Farewell, dear glance, Forgive-farewell, Forgive- farewell... Years fly by Trains disappear in the dark. In them -- the soldiers. And in the dark sky The soldier's star is shining. In them -- the soldiers. And in the dark sky The soldier's star is shining. Farewell, the land of the fathers, Remember us. Farewell, dear glance, Forgive-farewell, Forgive- farewell... Forests, the steppe, junctions stand in the steppe The light of the twilight, evening, morning -- So, don't forget the Slavic woman's farewell, Repeat it to yourself in your soul! No, the soul will not be indifferent -- The lights of justice shine... For love, for the great fraternity We have sacrificed our lives. Farewell, the land of the fathers, Remember us. Farewell, dear glance, Not all of us shall return. Years fly by, A the song -- your are always with us. We remember you, And in the dark sky The soldier's star is shining. Farewell, the land of the fathers, Remember us. Farewell, dear glance, Forgive-farewell, Forgive- |
