Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Моя страна - каменотёс

My country - stonecutter
In centuries grinds channel,
He called and carried Rus,
Boil penoyu birches.
We cover with a blank message.
And the stones are jumping on the trail.
Reach is unlikely to win,
But the time to be a hero there.
We tear arcane Adam's apple.
And heads like stones, Seda.
Let not hold on to the victory,
So at least we hold on a bayonet.
In the stream of time armor
Scratch side canyons.
Eyes like peepholes.
Rinse outbreaks of fire.
We have a man always a soldier,
While Bouguereau blood veins,
While all of us across the knee
Do not break a roll.
But a pile of broken ridges
Sharpen more handy track.
We rush and men call us Russ.
And we will not stop anybody.

Leonid Kornilov