Текст песни М.Журавлев - За Третьим Рейхом Третий Рим...

During the Third Reich Third Rome
go to the quiet waters of Lethe.
More we breathe, speak,
his naive poets,
More inviting their gods,
whose names have been forgotten,
but, having lost the meaning of words,
one foot in the grave.
Seёtsya beast bared his mouth.
And what not to laugh? Weak w:
Oddly Saturday, so attack -
unclean celebrating the Sabbath,
and over the fragmented country
burning glow of fires,
and my people, the deaf-mute,
not a master and not a friend,
your slave shame lightly covering
slyly bright tricolor
waiting for the correct execution, barely alive,
without offending sentence.
During the Third Reich Third Rome
go to the quiet waters of Lethe.
But all we breathe, speak,
his fruitless poets.