Текст песни Муслим Магомаев - Песня о далёкой Родине

When the severity of heart
And cold in the chest,
By the steps of the Hermitage
You come at dusk ,
Where no drinking and bread
Forgotten for centuries ,
Atlanta hold the sky
At the hands of stone .

Keep it , edifice -
No honey from the side.
Stretched their backs ,
Knees are summarized .
Their hard work
It is important to other works :
Among them becomes weak one -
And the sky will fall.

In the darkness weep widow ,
Povygoryat field
And get up purple mushroom ,
And ending with the Earth.
And the sky every year
All presses harder ,
It trembles from Hood
Rocket ships .

Are they guys
Chiselled body -
Delivered once ,
A change did not come.
Their light of day is not happy ,
They can not sleep at night .
Their beauty of shells
War spoils .

They are forever
Leaning their foreheads in trouble
Not gods - a man
Accustomed to work.
And live more hope
Until such time as
Atlanta hold the sky
At the hands of stone .