Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - Курская

Fell in the mud icons
In the midst of earthly beauty
And beauty was dying because of us
In the arms of the mother.
And beauty was dying because of us
In the arms of the mother.

The wind blew in earnest and ripped off shoulder straps,
The fascist tanks crushed the bread field.
Native hut burned: the shell hit,
Relatives and friends remained in the hut.
The hut was burning, the one on the edge: the shell hit,
Relatives and friends remained in the hut.

Of course, the watch is to blame.
They don’t lie, pieces of iron are damned:
Though they send them into three and even split
Twice a day, we indulge in truth.
Though they send them into three and even split
Twice a day, we indulge in truth.

Forests are burning with orphanages, a plane will fall,
Kohl has not fallen yet, - sledges are smoking on the descent,
And we are sitting in a tavern, waiting for Easter to come,
And we repeat, like a prayer: “We are RUSSIAN!”
And we are sitting in a tavern, waiting for Easter to come,
And we repeat, like a prayer: “We are RUSSIAN!”

Fell in the mud icons
In the midst of earthly beauty
And beauty was dying because of us
In the arms of Mother.
And beauty was dying because of us -
In the hands of the Mother of God.