Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Графиня

Do not write me letters, dear Countess,
For a harsh hour, writing is too gentle ...
I’ll save your bright name,
Like a daisy, from a bullet to a war field.
I’ll save your bright name,
Like a daisy, from a bullet to a war field.

Let there be no shelter for the heart in crazy Russia
And meadows and fields choked in blood
But there was a minute, a minute of our pain,
To say goodbye to the homeland from the ship.
But there was a minute, a minute of our pain,
To say goodbye to Russia from the ship.

I do not want to disappear in their Turkish Istanbul
Without love and without glory, orders and epaulettes.
Ah, Countess, believe my sore heart:
I was only passionately in love with you and Russia.

Do not write, Countess, the addressee is not alive.
They missed Russia like sand through their fingers.
Ah, homeland, are you to blame
What am I letting a bullet into a gray-haired temple ?!
Ah, Russia, Russia, are you to blame
What am I letting a bullet into a gray-haired temple ?!