Текст песни Анатолий Беляев - Красная Пресня

Mikha Pestunov
Sl. Vladimir Grevtsev, Muz. Anatoly Belyaev

RED FRESH.

Where conscience was shot
And she rose again
I will walk barefoot again with the steps of memory

It is written in red line
"Krasnaya Presnya"
In a country of my kind

Here history taught lessons -
To leave the lifting lot in the fools,
At the hour when Russia stood up against slavery
On the hind legs of the proletarian, their own barricades!

And the announcement of the coming thunderstorm thundered!
And the revolution was pouring fierce blood!
And absorbed Presnya with cobblestone fibers
The red voice of the banners
Red glow of bonfires!

A covenant to us from the fifth year is cut into the heart,
From the ardent work of the workers' squads:
Truth is not murderous, freedom is immortal!
The executioner and the vampire do not last forever!

And here we have accepted the legacy of courage!
Near the House of Soviets on leaden days.
Red Presnya, washed in our blood,
The new class battles reflected the lights.

No, the era has not passed anger and revenge!
And shot through the red banners of celebration!
Presnya is painted in the honest color of dawn,
She is right in the past and in the future!