Текст песни
Once more they drink and fight and weep
To accordion's yellow sorrow's strain
They curse the fates they're forced to reap
And dream of Moscow's Rus again
And I, with drooping head cast down
Flood my eyes with crimson wine
To blind me to fate's dreadful frown
To think, for once, of things divine
Something lost to all forever
Blue May! My June of azure light!
No wonder death's stench lingers ever
Above this damned and wasted night
Oh, how the Russians revel now
As moonshine flows—a swelling stream
The accordionist with sunken brow
Sings Volga, Cheka in his theme
Something fierce in wild-eyed glances
Defiance in each shouted phrase
They mourn those fools who took their chances
And lost their lives in youthful days
Where are you who wandered far?
Do our beams still light your way?
The player treats with spirits raw
The syphilis from steppes astray
No! These souls won't yield or falter
Their reckless fire from ruin springs
You, my Russia Rus at the altar
Land where Asia's spirit sings!
