Текст песни Наум Блик - Тютчев

A terrible dream weighed down on us
Horrible, ugly dream:
In blood to the heels, we fight the dead
Resurrected for a new funeral.

For the eighth month these battles last,
Heroic ardor, betrayal and falsehood
The brothel brothel in the house of prayer
In one hand a crucifix and a knife.

And the whole world, like drunk with a lie,
All kinds of evil, all tricks of evil! ..
No, never so cheeky God's truth
Human falsehood didn’t call for battle! ..

And this cry for the sympathy of the blind
World cry for a fierce struggle
Debauchery of minds and distortion of the word -
Everything has risen and everything is threatening you

Oh, native land! such a militia
The world has not seen since the original days ...
Great to know, O Russia, your value!
Take courage, stand, be strong and overcome!

Early August 1863