Текст песни Олег Атаманов - Ох, взгруснул певец

Oh, the singer felt sad over the guitar
The strings with your fingers gently touch
That run ardent wave of doom
That ringing relentlessly strict
That field swaying in nivoyu
In other branches of the trees sway
So melodious drawl zlivoyu
Do not come to an end without end

Oh, that song of his darling
The springs dubbed the soul
As if volyushka falconry
As if Willow tilted
This song it Kolyshev
In the untidy nivoyu
It is the birthplace of the song can be heard
Serdobolyanaya and alarming

This song is the nation's conscience
This call her the salvation
This ardent wave lead
About Slovanské resurrection

Podstelil Russia under invasion
And feast ugly grin
Topchat conscience of the peoples of beasts
Above babies distorted
So cry in mother's torture chambers
So fathers drowned vodka
So we walked on Russia punishers
Shuddered distant worlds

So Russia rushed in all directions
It clipped the wings of the homeland
What zakarkali scary crows
Like walking out ugly
So sung body volyushki land
So sung genealogical tree
So we have placed the tip pegs
No country and stand criminal
No country for Sunbeam
And happy heaven Slovenia
Thieves ground for Martyrs
Yasnomyslyaschih destruction

Oh, vzrustnul singer on guitar
Strings palntsami gently touching
All his fervent love for the world
All his love for the world strict
All his love for the world light
All his love for the world voiced
The strings of his heart dawn
Heart Strings Bojana thin
The strings of his heart dawn
Heart Strings Bojana thin
The strings of his heart dawn
Heart Strings Bojana thin