Текст песни Маскинский - Россия

Nikolay RUBTSOV

Visions on the hill

Run up the hill
and I will fall
into the grass
And suddenly it will blow from the valley of antiquity.
And suddenly pictures of terrible discord
At this moment I will see in reality.
Desert light on starry shores
And the rows of your birds, Russia,
Eclipse for a moment
In blood and pearls
Stupid shoe of cheeky Baty! ..

Russia, Rus - wherever I look ...
For all your suffering and battles -
I love yours, Russia, old times,
Your lights, churchyards and prayers
I love your huts and flowers
And the heavens burning with heat
And the whisper of willows by the muddy water,
I love forever, until eternal rest ...
Russia, Rus! Keep yourself safe!
Look again into your forests and valleys
From all sides they descended,
Other times, Tatars and Mongols.
They carry a black cross on their flags
They crossed the sky with crosses,
And it's not the forests I see around me,
And the forest of crosses
around
Russia ...
Crosses, crosses ...

I can not do it anymore!
I will abruptly take my palms from my eyes
And suddenly I see: quietly in the meadow
Hobbled horses chew the grass.
They will start laughing - and somewhere near the aspens
Will pick up this slow neigh
And above me -
immortal stars of Russia,
Lofty stars, a quiet twinkle ...

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