Текст песни Думка Русина - Хорус-квартет

They fly, they fly
And cold asleep
But how can we survive
Rochen this, friend?

Dragged, pulled thick Khmara
From wound to night!
Everywhere is dark, everywhere is sum,
Where the eyes look.

Our truth, Russian truth
Mov would be busy.
On high legs
The stranger has settled.

Oh alien, you are ours
You stand up,
And on themselves heavy Khmara
And thunders pull.

And in Russia, violent Vitra
They cry out.
Russian children reproach
They’ll get the whole thing.

God in heaven and men
They know Holy Russia.
Khmars tii pull
Hearts are joyful!