Song - The Guards' Song - Bremen's Musicians, Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

From the Soviet 'Bremen's musicians' cartoon and musical

Text - Yuri Entin
Music - Gennady Gladkov

We all are honoured to have serious role,
Oh, serious role,
Ye serious role,
Yes, serious role,
Without guards the king can't have control.
When we come all the earth quakes to the down.
We always near, near to the crown.

Ah early... wakes up the service...
If a sparrow nearby - gun is ready quickly,
If a fly - to beat required, as the aim we take it.

Where king is going - that's a secret one,
A secret one,
A secret one,
The secret one.
And always we accompany the crown.
Our Majesty must have escape from case
Of meetings needless and of whimsy fate.

Ah early... wakes up the service...
If a sparrow nearby - gun is ready quickly,
If a fly - to beat required, as the aim we take it.