Текст песни Александр Новиков - Красные и белые

Shared and fiercely, and hastily,
And - in the bottomless abyss.
In the equally white and red,
And Russia - one.

Drawn swords, spurs - with a flourish,
Whose coming out, right?
Pitch crosses on the block
Gilded head.

And from the heavens over the prostrate body
Black Angel on the harp, chu:
"I do not want to be red, I do not want to be white.
Russians, just want ".

Smile scattered in pieces
And they gathered in a grin.
In the red, white wolves -
Anger, pain and anguish!

White bone wall in the epaulettes.
Krasnozvezdaya grayness-the-wall.
Only the blood of the same color.
Yes, Russia is one.

And from the heavens over the prostrate body
Black Angel on the harp, chu:
"I do not want to be red, I do not want to be white.
Russians, just want ".

Tears of repentance in our caustic
And immensely wine.
Two Hussars crown at roulette
And Russia - one.

We do not want to wear in their buttonholes
Blood, the color of the bandage.
Fences continue, the Almighty, to share
In color, color.

We have loudly from the sky
Angel rushes, Voters:
"No, I'm not white! .. No, not red! ..
Russian I al Thou ... ".

1986