Текст песни Сердце просвяти бедное мое - Боже, счастья дай, если есть оно...

Do not hold me, not for the last time
 Do not hold me, my heart ripped apart
 Put me in the hour before dawn
 Under the birches, but to repent

 Run a tear falling down to the ground and
 Looking up to God in heaven
 How long have I sinned, how much vodka drinking
 How many women wrote poems crushed yes

 Can no longer scary one
 Burn me alive in buystvennom delirium
 Help Lord of the misunderstood
 Become a part of their motherland

 Enlighten my poor heart
 God, give happiness, if there is
 Narydayus relish kissing mother
 And go to carouse, to wander Russia.

 Do not hold me, not for the last time
 Do not hold me, my heart is ripped apart.