Текст песни Анна Широченко - 06 Я Россию спасал

I rode on a white horse in the plains
In a sharp word he smashed like a weapon.
I saved Russia, took cities with a fight,
Only now - lost his soul.

I was brave and hot, I was proud and a judge,
Spared neither friends nor acquaintances,
And in a rampant jump, I whipped a horse,
Looking up from thoughts unhappy.

I wish I could dismount, so that a little in silence
Take a break from the fierce battles!
But Russia is on fire - so you have to hurry,
After all, she always lacks fighters ...

Was it when remembering the soul?
I drove past the temples and graveyards
But my horse stumbled and slowed down his run,
Tearing off a proud tread.

Here I am lying on the road, in mud and blood.
Riders jump past and melt.
Their eyes are clouded, but the appearance is decisive:
They also save Russia.

Then my exhausted horse waved his head.
He entangled me with a bit
And lifted high high above the earth ...
There was that horse with golden wings.
And lifted high high above the earth ...
There was that horse with golden wings.