Текст песни Пилигрим - Россия

The cruel age tormented Russia,
Red bands bloody grin.
Barbed wire twisted fear
Looted the church, the icon in the stake.
Cuts lobster eye area,
Revolution stifled their children.
Reason gives birth to monsters dream
And standing over the Russian people groan.

Chorus:
Russia, my life.
Russia, my pain.
Russia, my sorrow.
Russia, my blood.

The spontaneous revolt turned war
Russia is dying under a red heel.
Blood October executioners against the grain,
Anger grows in the cold wind.
Loyalty oath, a bullet in the head
For what sin he has left us, God?
Above all, faith and honor,
As long as there is Russia, there is hope.

Bridge:
All innocently slain saints,
Be damned murderer of Russia.
Forgive us, Russia, Russia is simply!
The sins of our grave, we let go.