Текст песни Сыновья России - Поставьте памятник деревне

Put monument village
On Red Square in Moscow,
There are old trees,
There are apples in the grass.
And rickety hut
On the porch, crumbles to dust,
And the mother of a dead soldier
From the infamous pension in their hands.
And two pots on the palisade,
And the span of fallow land,
As a symbol of the abandoned fields,
It has long been lying in the dust.
And the way singing in anguish from pain
Neprotrezvevshy accordion
About incomprehensible & quot; Russian share & quot;
Under the quiet weeping and wind whistle.
Let stand beside shy children
That the villages are still growing,
Their legacy in this world -
All the same black slave labor.
Prisyadut women on the bench,
And all of them will be as always -
And boots and jackets,
And look extinct ... nowhere.
Put monument village
To show at least once
How meekly as bezgnevno
The village is waiting for the hour of death.
Broken bones, torn tendon,
But no protests, no struggle,
Alone & quot; Lord, have mercy! & Quot;
And faith in the righteousness of fate.