Текст песни Краснодеревщики - Руки милосердные

The merciful hands are shackled,
The wings behind the back were broken.
Orthodox churches, where did the architects go?
My homeland is now a foreign patrimony! (2x)

She called to death in the 41st
And now, sons of the fatherland, tell me, where are you?
I know you'll come to your senses, but it will be too late!
Instead of icons - crescents and stars!
Not the ones our grandfathers proudly wore!
Not the ones saturated with pain and joy of victory!
Not the ones that build millions of lives without fear!
And those who sow death in the name of Allah!
War on the air, on the front pages
War for breakfast, in between, for lunch!
War from morning to evening, seven days a week!
We watch Lebanon bombed by Jews!
We pray to foreign gods, forgetting our history,
And someone is already secretly dividing our territory!
In the north, in the south, we already border on NATO,
And soon we will have to smile at their soldiers!

The merciful hands are shackled,
The wings behind the back were broken.
Orthodox churches, where did the architects go?
My homeland is now a foreign patrimony!