Текст песни От Юности Моея - Третий Рим

If the time is dying happening,
Do not satellite your name, the capital:
Stone for his brother, the Mountain for the Father;
Fight in the rhythm of the chimes our hearts.

Motherland Heart - Moscow Zlatagnaya,
Russian expanses Holy soul!
Memory of the people about nice exploits
The rivers of your distance are bothering.

Churches crosses
Their bells are raspberry ringing.
The enemy arrows and bullets did not help.
Take an impregnable Rus Bastion.

If the time is dying happening,
Do not satellite your name, the capital:
Stone for his brother, the Mountain for the Father;
Fight in the rhythm of the chimes our hearts.

Knows the asphalt of these streets and squares
Our heavy shoes traces
The joy of triumph and fraternal loyalty,
The pain of lesions and the blood of young.

The chronicles of the Third Rome will remind
The price of calm in dark courtyards.
The military is growing, revealing
Peace and order in the birthplace walls.

If the time is dying happening,
Do not satellite your name, the capital:
Stone for his brother, the Mountain for the Father;
Fight in the rhythm of the chimes our hearts.