The last day

The last day soon will end today yet,
Which we are celebrating here. 
Tomorrow mornings all my people
will cry and no one stop will tears.

There will cry sisters and my brothers,
dear father and dear mother too.
There will cry cousins and the neighbors,
And stranger one will like child do.
/And even stranger one will do.

A coach will hold in front of house, 
it will my last shake come too soon,
And striking voice will then pronounce
“Make ready for the war Your son”.

The peoples/farmers son his head holds ready,
For reaches in wars he have to go.
Please, work my casket out of oak tree
With silver cross on them to stow.

My life does cost just cents and penny.
I will die, then it must so be.
My fate is owing very many
And therefore is so/too foul to me.

Please, gather friends of mine together,
and call the painter Ivan here.
He'll limn a chart of us with others,
Then else no one will see it more.


The last Day (Последний нонешний денечек, на английском) Russian folk song in English