Текст песни Кирилл Ривель - Корниловцы

On the elbow bent - rifle
And the bayonet flashes obliquely,
Crosses on a black gymnast,
A cigarette is clamped in his teeth ...
And God looks from the sky yesterday,
Whose temple was rejected by millions,
On the red-and-black caps,
On black and red epaulets.

Trying to put his foot firmly,
Without wasting shots,
We are for today's God
We go to the attack bayonet.
And they look silently tensely
In the trenches the machine guns of the enemy
On black-and-red shoulder straps,
On red-black caps.

The bullets are already whistling,
Tea, without the team became frequent ...
But we have long crossed
The line between death and Russia.
With the head of Adam on the banners,
Bearing faith in the hearts of Christ,
Battalions are attacking
From cadets and officers.

When lead puts a point,
Disappear, suddenly, the earth and sky -
Everyone dies alone,
But the battalion marches steadily,
Closing the ranks, in the silence of the terrible,
As death, calmly - detached ...
Only red-black caps,
Only black and red epaulets.

The dark rivers of oblivion of water
And the words are not empty
Soldiers of the First Campaign,
The last knights of Russia ...
But the wind, scorched by death,
Powder smells ...
... The ranks of the Black Battalions,
Go to the last attack!