Текст песни Александр Видякин - Здравствуй, брат мой

Hello my brother, how is your path creeping
Among the lies of the earth and vanities?
Look, at the Yid mill
Grind Russia ninety years!

Here, in a lost and miserable plane,
Whatever the frame, gloom and darkness ...
Devils turn their blades faster and faster
May the Lord not go crazy.

There is no end to centuries of persecution
There is a Fatherland in heaven.
The Light of the Coming Resurrection
Only in pure hearts burns!

Well, comrade, dare on the Lord,
If true, then crucified here.
Don’t shame your soul before the abyss,
Because our Lord is Holy.