Текст песни Бичевская Жанна - Все теперь против нас

Everything is now against us, as if we did not carry the cross
             Dm C A7
It’s like an aspid we basurman blood
               Dm e am
We don’t even have a place in Russia, which has gone mad with pain
                 Dm E Am E Am
And the Lord does not hear us, call - do not call

 / * The loss is played at the end of the verse (after the replay * /
 / * last lines) to the rhythm of the waltz, but the pace is faster * /

We haven’t been sleeping for a year, we hide insults under the uniforms
We are waiting for the servile bullet below the buttonholes
That's the year how Tobolsk called back the Tsar for the requiem
And anathematized the souls of the killers

That's the year how Tobolsk called back the Tsar for the requiem
And anathematized the souls of the killers
They are not God and not the King, they are not the Court and not conscience
All of them are "Prison Down" yes "Fire to Heaven"
And fate to us read this terrible tale
In the sore eyes of mothers and brides

And fate to us read this terrible tale
In the sore eyes of mothers and brides
And they look after us for a long time in silent reproach
Like an abandoned house on a road out of darkness
Nowhere to retreat further - further the Sea of ​​Japan
Here our Russia ends and we
Nowhere to retreat further - further the Sea of ​​Japan
Here our Russia ends and we

In red Peter whirls, a white blizzard rages
White frost on the walls of Moscow churches
There is no joy in the black sky, no fear
Only the sorrow of the Mother of God in my Russia
There is no joy in the black sky, no fear
Only the sorrow of the Mother of God in my Russia