A train is moving along a dusty road. Two gendarmes are sitting on its sides. Sing, free ones, give me strength. I will teach you to love the people. A young bandit is going to the train. His hands are tied like a whip. Sing, free ones, give me strength. I will teach you to love freedom. He left his dear mother at home. She will weep for him endlessly. Sing, free ones, give me strength. I will teach you to love freedom. He remembered the righteous cause of the people. He remembered that he would never suffer. Sing, free ones, give me strength. I will teach you to love freedom. He remembered and said, give me strength. I will teach you to love freedom. Sing, free ones, give me strength. I will teach you to love freedom. Oh, my fate, my bitter fate. Oh, my fate, my bitter fate. Not because of drunkenness and drunkenness, And not because of the night's debauchery, He decided for his native land, For the peasant world. He was hungry for a year, They began to give and to take, And the last cattle He sold for nothing. He could not stand the speech of battle, His soul began to boil. And in the morning he got up to the field, The night fell like a fire. I woke up in Siberia, In the dark and damp mines. But I met my friends, Hello, friend, and I am with you. My native village is far away, I would like to know Where is the island above the village, Whose fields you plow. Where is the island above the village, Whose fields you plow. Where is the island above the village, Whose fields you plow. Where is the island above the village, Whose fields you plow.