Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Страна

Here is my country, and she is generous -
All heroes - Laurel on liquid soup.
Where in excess those carrying
Behind the shoulders - a tambourine ace.
Where it is very willing to shout "cheers",
If you should not go to battle.
This is just people of my country.
She tastes them taste.

Here is a country where troubled time
They come like frosts in spring.
Multiply minus for minus but
Never get plus.
Where is all that apparently from the window,
It does not happen in your fault.
These people rule in my country.
She tastes them taste.

Here is my country where you can beat
And in the face, and in the back from behind the corner.
Where again the gaze is burning
Even unalimized bush.
Where any bowl before the bottom is to eat,
After putting it, that in vinegar - there is no wine.
These people are also my country.
She tastes them taste.

Here is the country in which "back and down" -
It's just a slogan for every day.
Where the shadow falls on any woven,
As if the bullets are lead cargo.
There is a small layer consisting of
Those who do not want to go to the bottom ...
These people believe in my country,
She tastes them taste.