Текст песни Александр Холмогоров - Как же русская душа

How is the Russian soul

Sl. and music A. K. Kholmogorova

How is the Russian soul
Die to die without God.
How the river flows the road
In the winter, the heart of the crucian.

And deep bed
herbs, trees near the river,
where the snow is circling rings,
Loading the sky steppe.

You're pulling, road, swell,
Wasya, sing a long syllable,
and the end of the earth's anxiety
Heaven is stopped.

Like a pair of swans,
Suncrose floors around the edges
and carry me to the coffin
The most meek of people.

And in the abstract of fields
do not leave me devoid
The medium of the elect, invited
To the end of me flowing.

But does not want a soul
From frosty grapples
Beauty of your creator,
Suddenly deprive itself.