Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - Дубровский

Dubrovsky

When in bad years it smells of national misfortune
Then at midnight, a quiet low-key
An old man comes out of the forest
And look - he's not an old man at all
On the contrary, quite young - handsome Dubrovsky

Wake up my Kostroma, get up Saratov and Tver
Not a century, however, we must mourn the misfortune and cry for bread
Dubrovsky takes an eroplan, Dubrovsky takes off
And flies over the sinful earth, and writes, and writes:

   Do not cry, Masha, I'm here
   Do not cry, the sun will rise
   Do not hide your eyes from God
   And then how will he find us
   City of Jerusalem
   Shines through the cold and ice
   And so he stands around us
   And waiting for us, and waiting for us

He threw his sword and his shield, threw a gun into the ditch
He realized that there is no one to take revenge and joyfully breathes
In an hour difficult for the motherland, his airplane flies over us
Beautiful as an iconostasis, it writes and writes:

   Do not cry, Masha, I'm here
   Do not cry, the sun will rise
   Do not hide your eyes from God
   And then how will he find us
   City of Jerusalem
   Burns to us through the cold and ice
   And so he stands around us
   And waiting for us, and waiting for us