Текст песни Петр Ваницын - Офицер XX века

At the beginning of the twentieth " bloody " century
He lived at the time an officer .
He loved his mother - nature and summer,
And of course , he loved horses .

He was a mature soul and body ,
He lived in the remote village of Tver .
A river that flows and plays ,
And calls to holy nation .

Peace, love and order reigned
In his wonderful house ,
They constantly gave warmth to all ,
Light there, cute , native .

You know, when he became king ,
In your house, beauty, purity,
That all disappears forever ,
Any anger and hostility .