Текст песни КонтрРеволюция - Грустный вальс

You can’t fill my soul wound with wine
And my pain never subsides
The Great Russian Power is gone
The King, given to us by God, did not become.

Everything became, instantly, we lost at once,
And honor and freedom for our country.
We exchanged Russian Truth for a lie,
And the soul, and Faith, giving, Satan.

And it’s a pity that there may be no return
To what Russia could have.
But apparently God sent it to us,
And apparently God has given us to endure.

Lord, forgive us, we atoned for sin,
In great torment in the name of good.
Lord help us, give us back Russia
Which we lost then.

Lord help us, give us back Russia
Which we lost ...