Текст песни Михайлов Сергей - Полевая Россия

Uncomfortable Liquid Moon
And the longing of the endless plains
That's what I saw in frisky youth,
That, loving, cursed more than one
Withered willows on the roads
And the cart song of the wheels
I never would like to now
To listen to her happened.

Field Russia is pretty
Dragged plow through the fields
It hurts to see your poverty
And birch trees and poplars.
I don’t know what will happen to me
Maybe I’m not in a new life.
But still I want steel
To see the poor beggar Russia.
But still I want steel
To see the poor beggar Russia.

I became indifferent to the shacks
And the man-fire is not nice to me.
Even apple trees spring blizzard
I fell out of love for the poverty of the fields.
I now like something else
And in the consumptive light of the moon.
Through stone and steel
I see the power of my native side.

Field Russia is pretty
Dragged plow through the fields
It hurts to see your poverty
And birch trees and poplars
I don’t know what will happen to me
Maybe I’m not in a new life.
But still I want steel
To see the poor beggar Russia.

I don’t know what will happen to me
Maybe I’m not in a new life.
But still I want steel
To see the poor beggar Russia.
But still I want steel
To see the poor beggar Russia.