Текст песни Максим Трошин - Белогвардейская

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Everything is now against us, as if we did not carry the cross.
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Like outcasts we basurman blood.
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We don’t even have a place, in Russia, stunned by grief,
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and the Lord does not hear us, do not call.

We haven’t been sleeping for a year. We hide an insult under the greatcoats
We are waiting for the servile bullet below the buttonholes.
That's the year that Tobolsk called back a funeral service for Tsar
and anathematized the souls of the killers.

They are not God and not the King, they are neither pain nor conscience.
All of them are a prison and a lie, but a fire to heaven.
And our destiny is to read this terrible tale,
in the inflamed eyes of mothers and brides.

And they look at us next for a long time in silent reproach.
Like an abandoned house on the road out of darkness.
Nowhere to retreat further, behind the Sea of ​​Japan.
Here our Russia and we end.

In the red Peter whirls, a white blizzard rages.
White frost on the walls of Moscow churches.
There is no joy in the gray sky, not fear.
Only the sorrow of the Mother of God in my Russia.