Текст песни Antisystem - Русский лес

Forests in pain do not cry,
Though they have a living soul;
They are heroes, there are,
Beats taking silence.
But where is chamfered number of oaks,
Where the ground piled birch,
Sparkles pink blood
And pour the dew, like tears ...

would porassprosit old forest,
Reached stars machtovnik tall,
Tea, much used all sorts of miracles
Tell oaks and pines:

Anyone would have been glad to see
The life that raged in Russia,
When the epic Kitezh-grad
More trouble is not flooded.

And yet something evil has
The negligence of the gifts of the people;
Where now the Russian tale to read?
Where remember playing a round dance?
I do not know: true eh eh pick
The richness of the ancient comparison:
They - like a constant ruble.
Invariably their values.

From the Indus-torn shout
What beliefs are forgotten,
What oskudnyaetsya language
What trees are cut down.

Plenty of room becomes empty ...
And not for the forest one apprehension:
Thinning, melting like smoke,
For true story true story, the tale a fairy tale ...