Текст песни Священник Андрей Гуров - Песня о российском флаге

White stretch of haze beckons at dawn
Among the birches drowned in the blue.
My shore, it is not in other parts.
Here is peace, here is my holy Russia.
How many troubles she had to endure.
Red is also part of her soul.
This is the pain that the river carries with time
This memory is dear to you and me.
Chorus:
And in the river there are clouds, the river began to whirl.
With this sky blue and white
Those who came down to her.
Both forests and meadows near the holy spring.
Their union was blessed with pure distance for centuries.

Russia has its own crown, its own sorrow.
You ask the eagle what is looking into the distance
Along the borders, with a gaze of fiery sorrow
And keeps the father's house from crows.
The enemy's army knows that the eagle is strong.
Do not disrupt our Russian tricolor.
Do not overshadow the turquoise and blue of the sky,
Do not break the cross stained with blood.
Chorus:
And in the river there are clouds, the river began to whirl.
With this sky blue and white
Those who came down to her.
Both forests and meadows near the holy spring.
Their union was blessed with pure distance for centuries.

You have the Russian spirit, my fatherland,
Let the continuous wolf barking around.
But you cannot intimidate your people with it,
There are friends - our army and navy.
There are clouds in the river, where it flows through the centuries
The whole history of Russia is like a red line.
Preserved sadness for you, Holy Russia,
God-given Fatherland, I always pray for you!