Utyos (The Cliff)
Yestʹ na Volge utyos, dikim mokhom obros
On s vershiny do samogo kraya
I stoit sotni let, tolʹko mokhom odet
Ni nuzhdy, ni zaboty ne znaya
I stoit sotni let, tolʹko mokhom odet
Ni nuzhdy, ni zaboty ne znaya
Na vershine yego ne rastet nichego
Tolʹko veter svobodnyy gulyayet
Tam moguchiy orel svoy priton tam zavel
I na nem svoi zhertvy terzayet
Tam moguchiy orel svoy priton tam zavel
I na nem svoi zhertvy terzayet
Iz lyudey lishʹ odin na utyose tom byl
Lishʹ odin do vershiny dobralsya
I utyos cheloveka togo ne zabyl
I s tekh por yego imenem zvalsya
I ponyne stoit tot utyos i khranit
Vse zavetnyye dumy Stepana
I lishʹ s Volgoy odnoy vspominayet poroy
Udaloye zhitʹyo atamana
I lishʹ s Volgoy odnoy vspominayet poroy
Udaloye zhitʹyo atamana
The Cliff
There is a cliff on the Volga, covered with wild moss
To the very edge
And it stands for hundreds of years, only dressed in moss
Knowing neither needs nor worries
And it stands for hundreds of years, only dressed in moss
Knowing neither needs nor worries
Nothing grows on its top
Only the free wind wanders
There the mighty eagle made his nest
And preys on his victims
There the mighty eagle made his nest
And preys on his victims
Only one person was on that cliff
Only one reached the top
And the cliff did not forget that person
And since then it was named after him
And the cliff still stands and keeps
All the cherished thoughts of Stepan
And only sometimes remembers with the Volga
The brave life of the ataman
And only sometimes remembers with the Volga
The brave life of the ataman