Текст песни Дмитрий Ревякин - 07. Гордая Рязань

The winds of the Crimson of the centuries in the shreds are river,
Flooring moon drops pale light snow
And proud Ryazan in a solemn night
Sit into the last path of heroes.

And you hear the cherished words: "victory or death!
Let the enemy cruel in our blood choose.
When everyone deats - it will get him
And ruined house, and dead bodies;
And he shudders, having pouring on the bones, loss to counting their ... "