Текст песни Сергей Покровский - Освободился от всего, луны диск в ясном небе,

He was released from all disk of the moon in a clear sky
Above the church, but the orb of the sun extends all shadow
And it is not something to dream about ... Father that exists, bread
Bread, give Father, Thee to live day and night.

In an abandoned house through the floor burst forth plum,
And there are barking dogs in the backyard, was angry,
At the time of mowing grass will charge showers and thunderstorms,
To catch fish fisherman will throw the tackle.

Well, yet the color of the trees of flies,
Kids and heifers on pasture chew,
But the thought of Russia does not leave me,
As he fought the enemy, mercenaries scurry,

As chafers buzzing like and menacing,
But ten days pass and the track cools down,
So those for whom war and a late:
No Motherland from them and the actions of their delirium.