Баллада о Чите

Where rivers flowing into the sky silver
Where to buy a gray haze hill,
Where autumn air is bitter and pyan-
He stood firmly Cossack fort.
On the east face of sentinel times
Ledeneli the cold lips
Year after year, tirelessly to impose
The bins bronze name power.
Oh, the high blue sky,
In the annals of stars spread its
Secular read the letter,
About you tell the song, Chita.
Timeless edge of hope warmed,
Ringed miserable fate,
And centuries remember the joy and pain:
Spirit rebellious and ascetic cross.
And in the light of day, gold sparkles,
Bright faith heart beating in his chest.
All that Providence gave you,
On your page, the native city.