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Translation
Glorious Sea-Lake, My Sacred Baikal
Glorious sea-lake, my sacred Baikal,
Glorious ship is a barrel for omul.
Hey, Barguzin, roll the wave over hull,
Shore's not too far, says my omen.
For many moons I wore heavy steel chains,
Wandered for months among steep Akatuy hills,
Old comrade helped me to make an escape -
I came alive sensing freedom.
Shilka and Nerchinsk now don't frighten me,
Mountain guards all came back empty-handed,
Rapacious beast in the wilds let me live,
Sharpshooter's shot went by slanted.
Waded through night, walked in broad daylight I,
Gazing around when approaching the town folk,
Local females fed me bread made from rye,
Fellows supplied with tobacco.
Glorious sea-lake, my sacred Baikal,
Glorious sail is my thin tattered caftan,
Hey, Barguzin, roll the wave over hull,
I hear the loud claps of thunder.
St. Sol✕
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