Текст песни Кирилл Ривель - Памяти Л. Г. Корнилова

I'm not running from life
The exodus is not the Exodus.
In civil fires
The milestones were burnt ...
Bolyarina Lavra
And the First Kuban campaign
With wine and prayer
Alas, Russia will not remember.

To fall back to basics
In the dank Kuban steppes,
Where did the volunteers go
Crosses along the roads leaving ...
Savior Shot Through
Swam over the ranks of papah,
On the way this godfather
Closing our eyes wearily.

They will say to me: a chimera!
What is the eighteenth year?
But again the era
Dictates forgotten drama.
And i remember
Everyone who was taken out
At the whim of the left foot
The victorious boor.

And God turned away
And he cursed my state,
Where in full measure
We tasted everything we wanted.
For the white army
Pour a full bowl
And I will remember everyone
From whom Russia turned its back.

This cup is bitter
How bitter is their earthly lot.
Isolgan's memory.
In other people's Palestine churchyards ...
But my song
Icy continues the campaign,
At least return everything to circles
Even the song is not easy.

But I want to believe:
In the past leaving is not an Exodus,
Again the memory will arrange
Crosses are like milestones ...
Bolyarina Lavra
And the first Kuban campaign
With wine and prayer
Perhaps Russia will remember.