Текст песни Рубикон - Феодальные радости - Там, где нас нет

On the red dawn, in a pitch country
Three raids flew, roared in three voices:
"You're fate, you are a regrettable widow
We are not poor people we have copper beaks
We are not like the rest we have steel feathers,
And knead the eyes of red coals
We are frightened by the hunger
We are your children, but where do we fly? "

And fate answered, regretted widow:
"I will know you children, I will feed the dump
For the earth behind the edge, yes for the blue Danube,
On a high hill, in gilded armor,
White body lies - will not run away anywhere
You are waiting - the eye is not closed
He has nothing to look at, he has no reason to tolerate
He's not talking about him, he is enough to live "

"So long, we stand, regrettable mother?"
Asked three rone walking to nothing
"You will come out of the house so you will see Ireland
Return home, and there Soviet power "