Lyrics Русская Императорская армия - Было дело под Полтавой
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Было дѣло подъ Полтавой,
Дѣло славное, друзья!
Мы дралися тамъ со шведомъ
Подъ знаменами Петра!
Мы дралися тамъ со шведомъ
Подъ знаменами Петра!
Нашъ могучій Императоръ -
Память вѣчная ему! -
Богатырь былъ между нами
По осанкѣ и уму!
Богатырь былъ между нами
По осанкѣ и уму!
Самъ, родимый, предъ полками
Словно соколъ онъ леталъ!
Самъ ружьемъ солдатскимъ правилъ,
Самъ и пушки заряжалъ!
Самъ ружьемъ солдатскимъ правилъ,
Самъ и пушки заряжалъ!
Бой кипѣлъ. Герой Полтавы,
Нашъ державный великанъ,
Ужъ не разъ грозою грянулъ
На могучій вражій станъ!
Ужъ не разъ грозою грянулъ
На могучій вражій станъ!
Былъ тотъ день для насъ великій!
Смерть витала вкругъ Царя!
Но хранилъ Господь для Руси
Императора Петра!
Но хранилъ Господь для Руси
Императора Петра!
Пули облакомъ носились,
Кровь горячая лилась!
Вдругъ одна злодѣйка-пуля
Въ шляпу царскую впилась.
Вдругъ одна злодѣйка-пуля
Въ шляпу царскую впилась.
Видно, шведы промахнулись -
Императоръ усидѣлъ,
Шляпу снялъ, перекрестился,
Снова въ битву полетѣлъ!
Шляпу снялъ, перекрестился,
Снова въ битву полетѣлъ!
Много шведовъ, много русскихъ
Подъ Полтавою легло.
Вдругъ еще впилася пуля
Прямо въ царское сѣдло.
Вдругъ еще впилася пуля
Прямо въ царское сѣдло.
Не смутился Императоръ,
Взоръ какъ молнія сверкалъ!
Конь не дрогнулъ отъ удара,
Конь быстрѣе поскакалъ!
Конь не дрогнулъ отъ удара,
Конь быстрѣе поскакалъ!
Тутъ какъ разъ и третья пуля
Повстрѣчалася съ Петромъ,
Прямо въ грудь она летѣла
И ударила, какъ громъ.
Прямо въ грудь она летѣла
И ударила, какъ громъ.
Чудо дивное свершилось:
Въ этотъ мигъ царь усидѣлъ.
На груди царя высокой
Чудотворный крестъ висѣлъ.
На груди царя высокой
Чудотворный крестъ висѣлъ.
Пуля съ визгомъ отскочила
Отъ широкаго креста,
И спасенный побѣдитель
Славилъ Господа Христа!
И спасенный побѣдитель
Славилъ Господа Христа!
Было дѣло подъ Полтавой!
Сотни летъ еще пройдутъ -
Эти царскія три пули
Въ сердцѣ русскомъ не умрутъ!
Эти царскія три пули
Въ сердцѣ русскомъ не умрутъ!
Дѣло славное, друзья!
Мы дралися тамъ со шведомъ
Подъ знаменами Петра!
Мы дралися тамъ со шведомъ
Подъ знаменами Петра!
Нашъ могучій Императоръ -
Память вѣчная ему! -
Богатырь былъ между нами
По осанкѣ и уму!
Богатырь былъ между нами
По осанкѣ и уму!
Самъ, родимый, предъ полками
Словно соколъ онъ леталъ!
Самъ ружьемъ солдатскимъ правилъ,
Самъ и пушки заряжалъ!
Самъ ружьемъ солдатскимъ правилъ,
Самъ и пушки заряжалъ!
Бой кипѣлъ. Герой Полтавы,
Нашъ державный великанъ,
Ужъ не разъ грозою грянулъ
На могучій вражій станъ!
Ужъ не разъ грозою грянулъ
На могучій вражій станъ!
Былъ тотъ день для насъ великій!
Смерть витала вкругъ Царя!
Но хранилъ Господь для Руси
Императора Петра!
Но хранилъ Господь для Руси
Императора Петра!
Пули облакомъ носились,
Кровь горячая лилась!
Вдругъ одна злодѣйка-пуля
Въ шляпу царскую впилась.
Вдругъ одна злодѣйка-пуля
Въ шляпу царскую впилась.
Видно, шведы промахнулись -
Императоръ усидѣлъ,
Шляпу снялъ, перекрестился,
Снова въ битву полетѣлъ!
Шляпу снялъ, перекрестился,
Снова въ битву полетѣлъ!
Много шведовъ, много русскихъ
Подъ Полтавою легло.
Вдругъ еще впилася пуля
Прямо въ царское сѣдло.
Вдругъ еще впилася пуля
Прямо въ царское сѣдло.
Не смутился Императоръ,
Взоръ какъ молнія сверкалъ!
Конь не дрогнулъ отъ удара,
Конь быстрѣе поскакалъ!
Конь не дрогнулъ отъ удара,
Конь быстрѣе поскакалъ!
Тутъ какъ разъ и третья пуля
Повстрѣчалася съ Петромъ,
Прямо въ грудь она летѣла
И ударила, какъ громъ.
Прямо въ грудь она летѣла
И ударила, какъ громъ.
Чудо дивное свершилось:
Въ этотъ мигъ царь усидѣлъ.
На груди царя высокой
Чудотворный крестъ висѣлъ.
На груди царя высокой
Чудотворный крестъ висѣлъ.
Пуля съ визгомъ отскочила
Отъ широкаго креста,
И спасенный побѣдитель
Славилъ Господа Христа!
И спасенный побѣдитель
Славилъ Господа Христа!
Было дѣло подъ Полтавой!
Сотни летъ еще пройдутъ -
Эти царскія три пули
Въ сердцѣ русскомъ не умрутъ!
Эти царскія три пули
Въ сердцѣ русскомъ не умрутъ!
It was up Poltava
Nice thing, friends!
We fought there with the Swede
Rise with the banners of Peter!
We fought there with the Swede
Rise with the banners of Peter!
Our mighty Emperor -
Eternal memory to him! -
The hero was between us
By posture and mind!
The hero was between us
By posture and mind!
Sam, darling, shelf presentation
Like a falcon, he was flying!
Sam rifle soldier's rule
Sam and guns were charging!
Sam rifle soldier's rule
Sam and guns were charging!
The battle was in full swing. Hero of Poltava,
Our sovereign giant
I didn’t blow the thunder
To the mighty hostile camp!
I didn’t blow the thunder
To the mighty hostile camp!
It was that day for us great!
Death was around the King!
But the Lord kept for Russia
Emperor Peter!
But the Lord kept for Russia
Emperor Peter!
Bullets rushed in a cloud
Hot blood poured!
Suddenly one villain-bullet
The royal hat glared at.
Suddenly one villain-bullet
The royal hat glared at.
Apparently, the Swedes missed -
The Emperor sat
He took off his hat, crossed himself,
Again the battle flew!
He took off his hat, crossed himself,
Again the battle flew!
Many Swedes, Many Russians
The rise of Poltava fell.
Suddenly a bullet dug in
Right in the royal saddle.
Suddenly a bullet dug in
Right in the royal saddle.
The Emperor was not embarrassed,
Look how lightning sparkled!
The horse didn’t flinch from the blow,
The horse galloped fast!
The horse didn’t flinch from the blow,
The horse galloped fast!
Here is how and the third bullet
I met with Peter,
Right in her chest she flew
And hit like a thunder.
Right in her chest she flew
And hit like a thunder.
A miraculous miracle happened:
In this moment, the king sat.
On the king’s chest high
The miraculous cross hung.
On the king’s chest high
The miraculous cross hung.
The bullet with a squeal bounced
From the wide cross
And the saved winner
Glorified the Lord Christ!
And the saved winner
Glorified the Lord Christ!
It was up Poltava!
Hundreds of years will still pass -
These royal three bullets
You won’t die in the heart of Russian!
These royal three bullets
You won’t die in the heart of Russian!
Nice thing, friends!
We fought there with the Swede
Rise with the banners of Peter!
We fought there with the Swede
Rise with the banners of Peter!
Our mighty Emperor -
Eternal memory to him! -
The hero was between us
By posture and mind!
The hero was between us
By posture and mind!
Sam, darling, shelf presentation
Like a falcon, he was flying!
Sam rifle soldier's rule
Sam and guns were charging!
Sam rifle soldier's rule
Sam and guns were charging!
The battle was in full swing. Hero of Poltava,
Our sovereign giant
I didn’t blow the thunder
To the mighty hostile camp!
I didn’t blow the thunder
To the mighty hostile camp!
It was that day for us great!
Death was around the King!
But the Lord kept for Russia
Emperor Peter!
But the Lord kept for Russia
Emperor Peter!
Bullets rushed in a cloud
Hot blood poured!
Suddenly one villain-bullet
The royal hat glared at.
Suddenly one villain-bullet
The royal hat glared at.
Apparently, the Swedes missed -
The Emperor sat
He took off his hat, crossed himself,
Again the battle flew!
He took off his hat, crossed himself,
Again the battle flew!
Many Swedes, Many Russians
The rise of Poltava fell.
Suddenly a bullet dug in
Right in the royal saddle.
Suddenly a bullet dug in
Right in the royal saddle.
The Emperor was not embarrassed,
Look how lightning sparkled!
The horse didn’t flinch from the blow,
The horse galloped fast!
The horse didn’t flinch from the blow,
The horse galloped fast!
Here is how and the third bullet
I met with Peter,
Right in her chest she flew
And hit like a thunder.
Right in her chest she flew
And hit like a thunder.
A miraculous miracle happened:
In this moment, the king sat.
On the king’s chest high
The miraculous cross hung.
On the king’s chest high
The miraculous cross hung.
The bullet with a squeal bounced
From the wide cross
And the saved winner
Glorified the Lord Christ!
And the saved winner
Glorified the Lord Christ!
It was up Poltava!
Hundreds of years will still pass -
These royal three bullets
You won’t die in the heart of Russian!
These royal three bullets
You won’t die in the heart of Russian!