Текст песни Антоний Галицкий - Младенцы русские

The most tender sprouts of the Lord's eternity,
Russian babies are the treasures of Russia.
Spikelets of our coming cornfield,
Most Pure One, save them from destruction!

Russian babies are golden seeds,
To interrupt the gospel time
War has been declared on you who were not born
The heirs of Herod's seed.

In their temples, where the stench settled,
From greed, cruelty, deceit
More children killed than soldiers
In the mountains of Chechnya, in the sands of Afghanistan ...

Believing in your well-being
Here on earth and in the unreality of paradise,
Mother does not hear as in her flesh
The baby screams with its mouth open.

The baby screams at that abortion hour
When they tear him apart in the womb
.. .. ..

Does that scream
Any of us
Talking so loudly about happiness?

Not from the sin of such a sky blue
Thinning more and more?
Amen.

Words: Valentina Efimovskaya.
Music and performance: Anthony Galitsky.
Sound recording: Anthony Medvedsky.
From the album "Oh, bright Russia!" (2005)