Текст песни Юлия Берёзова - О, как безмолвны небеса

How do you miserable and covered with blood ,
My poor country!
You are not spared from disgrace !
You're in these days touched the bottom ..

Plagued us neduzhie hours
Nowhere to be seen off the coast
And the enemies outside of adversity ,
Kinder internal enemies .

The glory of the page untouched
Plunged dirty swords -
And the Motherland Crucifixion
Garment share executioners .

And last terrible vision ,
Shiny deadly scythe ..
Oh, where is God? Where is Providence .. ? ! ..
Oh, How silent heaven !!!