If you fled with foot soldiers And I got tired My heart beat wildly And you broke;
If you fled with foot soldiers And got tired; Sharing life with sinners, Sank down...
Didn't reach the finish line There wasn't enough strength: Those wedges are not for you - The flesh has won!
What will you sing when you hear Horse neighing?! Hide between the niches With a heavy burden?..
...If we are prosperous We're getting tired And, growing laziness, We're lying in our dreams
In complete well-being (settled in nicely!), My conscience hasn't bothered me for a long time And she calmed down;
The strength goes away slowly There is no prayer, - Poor in spirit, poor Let's get out of the battle!
If days of trouble come, Crazy horses There will be serious consequences - Sick souls.
Let the soul follow on foot Honor will not be lost To be consoled When the horses come!
