Царь-Батюшка - Иван Кучин

Что горело уже было сожжено и хоть гарь не сходила с лица,

Мы считали начало положено, но не знали какого конца.

Мы стреляли паля до последнего, долго щупали пульс, а потом

Дострелили с нагана наследника, а сестер докололи штыком.

Припев:

Ах, Царь-батюшка, Николаюшка, ни могилы Вам, ни креста.

Не судите нас, было жалко Вас, как распятого жалко Христа.

Ах, Царь-батюшка, Николаюшка, ни могилы Вам, ни креста.

Не судите нас, было жалко Вас, как распятого жалко Христа.

Ни Господь, ни карсеты английские, ни Георгиевский крест не спасли.

И Царя Государя Российского, как собаку во двор сволокли.

А в лесу, когда кони встревоженно захрапели узнав мертвеца.

Мы считали начало положено, да, не знали какого конца.

Припев:

Ах, Царь-батюшка, Николаюшка, ни могилы Вам, ни креста.

Не судите нас, было жалко Вас, как распятого жалко Христа.

Ах, Царь-батюшка, Николаюшка, ни могилы Вам, ни креста.

Не судите нас, было жалко Вас, как распятого жалко Христа.

Ах, Царь-батюшка…

Не судите нас, было жалко Вас, как распятого жалко Христа.

What was burning was already burned, and although the cinder did not leave the face,

We considered a start had been made, but we did not know what end.

We fired to the last, felt the pulse for a long time, and then

They shot the heir with a revolver, and stabbed the sisters with a bayonet.

Chorus:

Oh, Father Tsar, Nikolayushka, no grave for you, no cross.

Do not judge us, it was a pity for you, as it is a pity for the crucified Christ.

Oh, Father Tsar, Nikolayushka, no grave for you, no cross.

Do not judge us, it was a pity for you, as it is a pity for the crucified Christ.

Neither the Lord, nor the English corsets, nor the St. George Cross saved.

And the Tsar Sovereign of Russia, like a dog, was dragged into the yard.

And in the forest, when the horses began to snore in alarm after recognizing the dead man.

We considered a start had been made, yes, we did not know what end.

Chorus:

Oh, Father Tsar, Nikolayushka, no grave for you, no cross.

Do not judge us, it was a pity for you, as it is a pity for the crucified Christ.

Oh, Father Tsar, Nikolayushka, no grave for you, no cross.

Do not judge us, it was a pity for you, as it is a pity for the crucified Christ.

Ah, the Tsar-father ...

Do not judge us, it was a pity for you, as it is a pity for the crucified Christ.