Текст песни Андрей Белый - Русь

The fields of my meager land
Over there they are filled with sorrow.
The hills of space in the distance
Goose, plain, goot!

Shaggy, distant smoke.
Shaggy in the distance of the village.
Mists shaggy stream.
The vastness of hungry provinces.

An outstretched army of vastness:
Spaces hide spaces.
Russia, where should I run
From hunger, pestilence and drunkenness?

From hunger, cold here
And died, and are dying millions.
The dead have been and are waiting
Gentle mournful slopes.

There Death sounded in the distance
Into forests, cities and villages
Into the fields of my meager land
Into the vastness of hungry provinces.

1908
Silver Well