Текст песни Александр Харчиков - Деревня Полынь

Wormwood village

Lyrics by L. Boykov and A. Kharchikov, music and performance by Alexander Kharchikov

With stupid arrogance, in immeasurable self-interest
How old are the gentlemen from the Kremlin
They knit and strangle a village in Russia -
The one that held the earth.

Chorus:
Do Vitya know Russian grief,
Does he who are kings today sense
That there will be no Russia without a village,
That without her everything is untruth and dust.

Seasoned fields have grown
Bitter wormwood and weeds.
The windows are packed in the homes of the lonely
As if head drooped to the ground.

Chorus.

Let's remember how long the bread was poured,
And herds were driven into the meadows.
In the songs of relatives that were sung in Russian,
Glorified the joy of simple labor.

Chorus.

The soul groans in disgrace and filth,
Devastation presses, which is worse than shackles.
In a drunken melancholy, in an inconsolable village
The offspring of hardworking men are dying out.

Chorus:
Do Vitya know Russian grief,
Does he who are kings today sense
That there will be no Russia without a village,
That without her everything is untruth and dust.

Does the tribe of the infidels see, hear,
A greedy crowd surrounded the throne
How a village disappears in Russia
In grief of loss, in a series of funerals ...

As above the ancient paternal churchyard
Her plaintive moan flies to the sky ...

September 2012.