Текст песни Александр Пахмутов - Россия - музыка Е. Артамонов - слова Л. Алексеев

In Russia, rains - widowes tears,
Snow - Mothers Sedina.
Birch beings bent to the graves
Where silence is silent.
There is a memory of which forgets
Will not be for years,
Fascism will not be forgiveness,
And no forgiveness for forgiveness.

Wherever the roads did not learn
With me everywhere, the pain of Russian land.
Chased lines are dressed in granite,
Nothing is forgotten, no one is forgotten.

Holy from edge to edge -
Ordinary ancestors Earth.
His love hugging
Your plains and fields.
And only the Great Power
I could defend the depreciation
And it will be born in Russia,
So that the heart of Russia to understand.

Wherever the roads did not learn
With me everywhere, the pain of Russian land.
Chased lines are dressed in granite,
Nothing is forgotten, no one is forgotten.

For mercy, enemies did not give up
When it came to trouble
From the ashes of the ruins revived
So it was, it will always be.
Not enough in our history
Filled with blood pages,
But grief by drinking a full bowl,
Russia did not fall by NIC.

Wherever the roads did not learn
With me everywhere, the pain of Russian land.
Chased lines are dressed in granite,
Nothing is forgotten, no one is forgotten.