Текст песни Александр Матюхин - А. Попов. Ах родина, грядущее в тумане...

Oh , Motherland ! Coming in a fog -
And betrayed , and sold for a penny .
Stayed gray dream memories :
Unclear fear , invincible leader,

Charm mighty battle ,
Resolve morning tremor .
" Stolichnaya " vodka - one hundred grams in a glass ...
But this will not save our soul .

And no time to fix
Insignificant impulses and words .
Oh , Motherland ! All said about fame ,
Yes reason not to find for celebration.

And I say nothing - has no right to judge you .
And may only be in your ditch .