Текст песни Юлия Андреева - Россия

Where is your foliage, tree?
Scattered in a cleverness
And in the wreckage of the empire
Missed, your children.
Seeds in the ground are thrown,
Harvest will be good
For dew to be puzzled
With the lead of Kosari.

Magic you or mother? Who will come, Russia?
How many destinies can be driven like a dry leaves?

One field berries,
Where a thranger will award.
Under unkind views
Invaders to hear.
Under the winds under the freight,
Like twigs, chopped.
How was the Russian
So it is unprofitable to be?

Magic you or mother? Who will come, Russia?
How many destinies can be driven like a dry leaves?

With quiet mat and moans
With hanging sweatshirt
Reached out cars -
What is there waiting ahead?
On the ruins of the past
The memory of the meticulous
And again they will be shreds
With the lead of Kosari.

Magic you or mother? Who will come, Russia?
How many destinies can be driven like a dry leaves?