Текст песни Вадим Дубовский - Прощальный марш

The author of music - VI Agapkin

On lap the whole country!

Never we were not brothers.
Virus slavery you in the soul penetrated.
You always showered curses
Our faith, freedom, language.

You always remained an empire,
To praise tyrants, love!
Now semi-King - semi-Beria
On your knees made thee.

Goodbye, country of slaves!
Farewell, land of lords!
We remember the Gulag,
We remember the thirty-third year!

Highly chapter you raised,
I teach in all the others.
Only your wives of generals
We went to the theater dressed in the night.

Binge drinking, sloth, three-story mats -
That's "gifts" from the "sister" of the land.
Yes song "apple" in the thirty-ninth
You Lviv brought on bayonets.

Goodbye, country of slaves!
Farewell, land of lords!
We remember the Gulag,
We remember the thirty-third year!

Country meanness and hypocrisy,
Conquering you servile fate!
It became again you Eseseseriey,
A Russian killed himself.

There was a moment of parting.
Tears of joy in our eyes.
You will save only one - repentance
All you svershёnnyh sins.

Goodbye, country of slaves!
Farewell, land of lords!
We remember the Gulag,
We remember the thirty-third year!

Prospіvav I rosіyskoyu movoyu,
Moskal dwellers mene mіg zrozumіt.
UKRAINE skіnchit Peremoga -
Nema sumnіvu in tіm ni on Mit!
UKRAINE skіnchit Peremoga -
Nema sumnіvu in tіm ni on Mit!