Текст песни Любэ - русский режет русского

Juices full of clover,
Wind on the field vyuzhit,
And over fields of crows
Incessantly circling.

Clover throw in a manger;
Grandfather provorchit timidly:
White cut red,
Red chopped white.

Chorus:
The world is far, far away
Seen in the windows of narrow.
Russian Russian cut,
Russian Russian cut.

Chorus.

Grandfather, and for that war,
What could not sit in the huts?
These were not so poor,
Those that did not become rich.

Russian Russian cut,
Russian Russian cut.

White cut red,
Red chopped white -
The sun rises clear
Lots of ripe cherries.

Chorus.

Waiting Cossacks Cossacks,
Yes pripasayut wine.
And neither rich nor poor,
And they are waiting for loved ones.

You're my grandfather, grandfather dear,
Hot, let's go swimming,
Tell me the truth:
Me something for that fight?

Chorus.

Chorus.