Текст песни А.С.Пушкин - Клеветникам России

What are you talking about, folk vitii?
Why are you threatening Russia with anathema?
What angered you? unrest in Lithuania?
Leave: this is a dispute between the Slavs,
Domestic, old dispute, weighted by fate,
A question that you will not solve.
For a long time among themselves
These tribes are at war;
More than once bowed under a thunderstorm
Now theirs, then our side.
Who will stand in an unequal dispute:
Puffy Lyakh, il faithful Ross?
Will Slavic streams merge in the Russian sea?
Will it run dry? here is the question.
Leave us: you have not read
These bloody tablets;
It’s incomprehensible to you, alien to you
This is a family feud;
The Kremlin and Prague are silent for you;
Pointlessly seduces you
Fights of desperate courage -
And you hate us ...
What for? answer: for whether
What's on the ruins of blazing Moscow
We did not recognize the impudent will
The one under whom you trembled?
For the fact that they tumbled into the abyss
We are an idol gravitating over the kingdoms
And redeemed with our blood
European liberty, honor and peace? ..
You are formidable in words - try in practice!
Or the old warrior, deceased on a bed,
Not able to screw up your Izmail bayonet?
Or is the Russian Tsar already powerless to say?
Or we argue with Europe is new?
Ile Russian lost touch with victories?
Or few of us? Or from Perm to Tauris,
From Finnish cold cliffs to fiery Colchis,
From the shocked Kremlin
To the walls of immovable China,
Sparkling steel bristles,
Will the Russian land not rise? ..
So send us, vitias,
His embittered sons:
There is a place for them in the fields of Russia,
Among the coffins that are alien to them