Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - На юг, на запад, на восток..

To the south, to the west, to the east
We will show our northern burrows.
"We are Russians! What a delight! ” -
Shouting from the past Suvorov.
A sword sings over Kulikov.
Over Borodino nuclei fistula.
We are Russians! What a flight!
They are looking for us in vain.
From shreds of vests, shirts
Let the world make a new one for itself.
We are Russians! What a swing!
Cast support of a sword and a word.
Soldier's kitchens pedestal.
Navara factory canteen.
We are Russians! Siberia ... Ural ...
And further non-stop.
We are on the steps of eras
To the roar of revolutions hung.
We are Russians! And God sees
That we, like him, are without a second thought.
And we will not be missing
At our shoulders a grave hill is narrow to us,
But they managed to steal from us
One century in the word "Russian".
And the enamel is brought down by time
With teeth that bit my lips.
And yet, how far
In the Slavic name of Russia.

Leonid Kornilov