March Of Siberian Riflemen
Iz taygi, taygi dremuchey
Ot Amura, ot reki
Molchalivoy, groznoy tuchey
V boy idut sibiryaki
Molchalivoy, groznoy tuchey
V boy idut sibiryaki
Ikh surovo vospitala
Molchalivaya tayga
Buri groznyye Baykala
I sibirskiye snega
Buri groznyye Baykala
I sibirskiye snega
Ni ustalosti, ni strakha
Bʹyut·sya nochʹ i bʹyut·sya denʹ
Tolʹko seraya papakha
Likho sbita nabekrenʹ
Tolʹko seraya papakha
Likho sbita nabekrenʹ
Znay, Sibirʹ, v likhiye gody
V pamyatʹ slavnoy stariny
Chestʹ velikogo naroda
Ot·stoyat tvoi syny
Chestʹ velikogo naroda
Ot·stoyat tvoi syny
Rusʹ svobodnaya voskresnet
Nashey veroyu gorya
I uslyshat etu pesnyu
Steny drevnego Kremlya
I uslyshat etu pesnyu
Steny drevnego Kremlya
March Of Siberian Riflemen
From the taiga, the dreamy taiga
From the Amur, from the river
With a silent, menacing cloud
The Siberian riflemen go to battle
With a silent, menacing cloud
The Siberian riflemen go to battle
They were raised harshly
By the silent taiga
The fierce storms of Baikal
And the Siberian snows
The fierce storms of Baikal
And the Siberian snows
No fatigue, no fear
They fight night and day
Only the gray papakha
Is knocked askew by misfortune
Only the gray papakha
Is knocked askew by misfortune
Know, Siberia, in troubled times
In memory of glorious olden days
The honor of the great people
Will be defended by your sons
The honor of the great people
Will be defended by your sons
Free Russia will rise
With our faith burning
And hear this song
Within the walls of the ancient Kremlin
And hear this song
Within the walls of the ancient Kremlin