Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - Страна

A country

Dressing up a gun in corrosion of the world,
Soloist echoing the coming time.
Victory taste - fat nauseating.
On the weak shoulders - a great burden.

Suckled country breasted dog,
Cold children's theater of war.
The country is presented, noting the success,
Flowers civil guilt veterans.

But those who have offended, love is not lost -
Blushing book heroes live,
In the rhythm of the aging mother's heart -
Sing a song of victory is down.

And boiled story, in the color of milk,
Hot iron, tried to flesh
Where good fist clutching the lining -
Unable to: humble, to defend, to overcome ...

Oh slopes life into the sunset,
Leaving behind the bitterness and pain,
The fresh tears, the country's soldiers,
What shramiroval her name on his chest!

2009