Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Славянка

SLAV

I am glad of the impulses of wise tenderness,
When to a young dawn
And on girls of Slavic appearance
I look like a father.
Satan can't handle me
Neither a demon in the ribs, nor another demon.
I don’t just like Slavs, -
I admire them like a father.
Your fan, my fans
Friends of my motherland.
Yes, there is where to roam free
My ardent sons.
On the sides, not on the side
I look, in love with hoarseness
In proportion to the open spaces
The space of Russian beauty.
Will I be in the earth, in the heavens
Hit the studs - stand in the growth!
And I’m not going to look after you -
Eyes bright from tears.
With a reciprocal look, the heart is treated.
Driving the male army crazy
In the arms of the Russian Fatherland,
The future mother is laughing.

Leonid Kornilov