Текст песни Л.Жоголева - Легенда о Царе-мученике

There is a legend among us, our King and now
In Russia as a beggar passes ...
He carries a sack, calls to repentance,
It is the heart of every door.

Who's calling the royal heart will move with the bolt,
Tears repentance -
King tear that takes and puts in his knapsack,
Better no alms for him.

Know, dear people, that the last tear,
As this knapsack filled,
In Russia will be king, and we will be just like before,
God praise freely and loudly.

Cry, people in Russia! And ask forgiveness
For Judas terrible thing:
Where dormant Ural, royal blood cellar
Stained with bloody body!

And for that, the people, instead of false "freedoms"
In the hard bondage suffers immensely,
And in the holy heights blue monarch
Creator begs for forgiveness.

According to S. Lopuchin