Lyrics Донские казаки - Милосердная сестра

Unknown, alien, from the marquee -
Everyone is close to everyone and everyone is a merciful sister.

There, in the distance in the Carpathian Mountains, between tall narrow rocks
Our dark detachment made our way through the night

In front was a wagon, on a wagon - a red cross
From the wagon, groans are heard: "My God, is there an end soon?"

"Wait, be patient," answered their sister.
And herself, hardly alive, all exhausted, sick.

"Soon we will arrive at the point, feed and drink.
I will correct the dressing, and write to all the letters. "

Here the sister sits and writes, and on heart - it is heavy.
Her husband - long dead, the heart is covered with blood.

Here is one soldier dictating: "Hello, my darling,
When I'm alive, I'm not injured, I'll be home soon. "

And the second soldier dictates: "Pray for me,
An evil bullet has fallen into your heart, do not wait for me to come home. "

Here the sister rises to pray for the deceased slave.
On his knees it becomes, and a tear runs from his eyes.

Unknown, alien, from the marquee -
Everyone is close to everyone and everyone is a merciful sister.