Текст песни Ольга Кормухина - 93-й

On Holy Russia now obscenely
On Holy Russia today petty
What can I say to you, mother ?!
What should I sing for you, girls?
 
Not someone else's and we did not have to ...
Just dropped us evil vremechko
So we suddenly become superfluous
On their land, girls.
 
The warm up to Russia than to be comforted?
Divorced here and there all evil
Some people drink wine, someone to hang himself,
And who of all the heavy cross to bear.
 
Chorus:
Heaven knows, the sky writes
Golden letters
Heaven sees the sky hears
Sky remember names.
 
On the cooks and the nobility I do not share.
Sacrificing flush, they became close
Just look to the heavens so hope
Somebody! Save the land of Russia!
 
Do not dispose of fire - in the frying pan
Our boys, our girls!
We're standing naked
On the seven winds - candles!
 
Do not yet paid
All accounts that in spite bequeathed us?
But we still give birth boys
So to survive, and Russia, it is - WOMAN!