Текст песни Стас Михайлов - Русь

Whether it was, or it will be so
I do not presume to prophesy
You get up from your knees
Misfit Russia.
Oh my poor country
I want to sob into my voice.
Come up my motherland!
We have no time to die.
Ganged up, yes bared
Behind the lackey cordon
Like jackals barking from afar
They are afraid to know us.
Remember how you got up more than once
Under the christening and image.
Oh! How the damned fled
Fear full eyes.

Do not try and do not try
Come closer to us with a sword
All your heads will fly
With the blessing of the icons.
Do not break your Russian soul
Never to anyone
After all, she is a particle of God
And subject only to him.
So spears away, and hands off!
You do not understand Russia,
Where it’s an honor to lay down one’s head for a friend,
And die for Christ with a smile!