Текст песни Екатерина Яровая - На Смерть России

In which worlds, the refinement will find
And acquires an unknown century
Peace like orphan or cripple,
Higher fate like God's beggar,

Sins, as telling, novel,
Having passed its way from saints to camps,
Wedged barbed
Soul of Russia, my poor Motherland?

Covered with fear and curse,
And glorifying passed, and disgrave,
In Kokoshnik, painted pattern,
Threatened to the whole world with ribbon lapties.

We are in the soul to her, as you knew how
They tried as they could save her.
And what we forgive her did not dare
Almighty she will probably forgive.

Confused, choking blood,
When my spirit will be frown,
Do not save either sent Messiah,
Neither beauty nor faith nor love.

Rises on the sky with a black cloud,
Cursed and renounced children will forgive
The sixth part of the earth will cover the canopy
And the world will cross the world ...