Russian Folk
Russian Folk - Steppe All Around songtekst
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Steppe, endless steppe, The way lies far before us, And in that dense steppe A coachman lay dying. He summoned up all his strength, As he felt death approaching, And he gave an order To his comrade: "My dear friend, Do not think of the bad times, But bury me here In this dense steppe. Give to my wife A word of farewell; And give back to her This wedding ring. And tell her that I died here, In the freezing steppe, And that I have taken her love Away with me."