Текст песни Нейромонах Феофан - Древнерусский Драм

But I know why I should sing.
After all, from despair, howl like a wolf,
Yes sullenly look at the world,
Bent over to drag a heap of burdens,

With a grin, go firmly under the whip,
Yes, to fall prostrate to pressing feet,
The song won't let me grow weak.
Oh, my mighty, Old Russian Dram!

Old Russian Dram x8