Текст песни стих А. Блок - Россия

Again, as in the golden years,
Three erased shoot the breeze breast-bands,
And get stuck hand-painted spokes
In lax track ...

Russia, a poor Russian,
I hut gray yours,
Your songs I wind -
As the first tears of love!

You feel sorry I do not know
And I bore his cross ...
What you want magician
Give Rogue beauty!

Let entice and deceive -
Not perish, not sginesh you
And only concern blur
Your beautiful features ...

Well? One concern Bole -
One tear river noisy
And you're still the same - the forest, but the field
Yes patterned boards to brow ...

The impossible is possible,
The road is long light,
When the flash in the distance of the road
Instant eyes from under the handkerchief,
When the rings sadly cautious
Deaf song coachman! ..