Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Прощание славянки

When hopes sing like pipes,
Their call of dope, like a sweet smoke.
They are limited, they are afly
And so easy to believe them.

And here is the road, and here is the parking lot.
Station and square - in colors, in colors.
East smoke. Goodbye, Slav!
Trumpeter laughs, chinel in crosses.

Brought up with glory to deaths are involved
Try remember, catching flowers,
What kind of call you were suspended,
What word you believed.

Armor reliable, hard posture.
Chorus is careless, all "ah" yes "hey" ...
And the pipes are asked: do not cry, Slavyanka,
But how, tell me, do not cry her!

Will passed half a century, other lips
Will hug a passionate mouthpiece another.
And again hopes sing like pipes.
Look, try, adding to the pipe.

And the eyelid is not over. The campaign is not started.
Station and square - in colors, in colors.
Trumpeter laughs, Slavs cries.
East smoke. Land in crosses.