Текст песни Александр Смирнов - Не пишите мне писем, дорогая графиня

Do not write me letters
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Don't write me letters, dear Countess.
For a harsh hour, letters are too tender.
I will save your name anyway,
Like a daisy from a bullet on a war field.

Let there be no shelter for the heart in crazy Russia,
And meadows and fields drowned in blood.
But there was a minute left, a minute of our pain,
To say goodbye to the Fatherland from the ship.

I don't want to die in an open Turkish field
Without Russia, without honor, without awards and epaulets.
Ah, Countess, believe your naked heart
I have always been in love only with you and with Russia.

Do not write, Countess, the addressee is dead.
Have missed Russia, like sand through your fingers.
Ah, Russia, Russia, are you to blame
Why am I shooting a bullet in a gray temple?