Текст песни Otto Dix - Матушка Россия

Mother Russia

In the post in someone else's country
Roasted shadows at night in silence,
The enemy is getting closer to us,
And in our strict death of death.

And there will be a heart to raise
From hell fire begging to run
But so far and so harsh
My edge of snow-covered forests.

Mother Russia, give your chest to your breast
Mother Russia, its warmth from the colds of the Sogray.

The fact that there is no price on a foreign
Whose mind will fool in the mash of war,
Who is honored to protect;
Who will die, but the enemies will fight.

Forces I give me among the fire,
The edge of my youth, bless me;
For relatives that will live
It's not a pity to fold my head.

Mother Russia, give your chest to your breast
Mother Russia, its warmth from the colds of the Sogray.
Mother Russia, Spirit free combat
Mother Russia, be with me.