Текст песни Анатолий Шенберг - Русь

Rus

"The dome in Russia crook pure gold,
To notice the Lord more often ... "
V.S. Vysotsky

Huts are non-reflected, red-haired ashor,
Batogi Boyarsky, Dust, yes Ax.
Like a mud, thin will be burned
With the faith of our stupid in the good king.

Punish spiders, dirt yes kabaki,
Yes, everything is also bitterly chopped by men.
Bevelled, sucked, linked to the crosses
Fate are our Russians - moans, yes posts.

Rus my bliss! God's Yudol!
Sterlie wings angels. Blood black, like Smin!
How many times is beaten, taken in full,
You prayed the Lord, and cried on it!

How many times is beaten, taken in full,
You prayed to the Lord, staying in it!

And how Luta Sporga beat the ruins,
Returned warriors sow yes plow.
Lily Syznov cannons, yes in the bell,
Yes, everything is also - gold - wings of the dome.