Текст песни Александр Литвинов - Землю русскую

Goryushko


Am Dm E7 Am
The sun warms the Russian land.
AmDm G C
Horses in the ground near Slavutych.
Am Dm G C
Oh, grief came to Russia
Dm Am E7 Am
Shizym crow, a dark cloud.

It is not the ringing of swords of the warrior people,
Not a steppe dweller goes like a black raven
The brother raised his sword, yes to the brother.
Blood brothers are blood enemies.

And in the wild steppe, everything is untouched
Good horses trample the grass.
And the feather grass of the steppe in the field is bloody.
There lies my brothers, both dead.

Am Dm E7 Am
Their children, orphans, are crying.
AmDm G C
Wives-widows are crying well done.
Am Dm G C
Mother Earth cries, dear mother.
Dm Am E7 Am
And the tear is bitter, bitterly bitter.

Oh, it's worthless for us, good people.
Gold cups, sybadi potions
There is a sieve canopy at the gate.
Sitny canopy, fierce enemies.