Текст песни Валерий Порываев - Нам номерами заменяют имя

Numbers replace our name
And this is not the last of the thefts
But Heaven conceived us differently
Dressed in armor and camouflage

While we drink and repent wearily
The scum of the races crawl to the Russian throne
But Heaven has decided our destinies
Brighter than sun crowns

And loss will turn into joy
And the exile will find a new home
Following the dance of the golden kolovrat
About the eternal rebirth of the worlds

An invisible flame pulsates
In my soul, as if surrendered in full
So the heavenly light reigns in the forgotten temple
Where are the nails instead of the torn icons

And the birch block will sprout
At the crossroads of hard labor
And we will burn to rise from the dust
As Russian God sees us

And if the beast rises from failure
There is also a silver cartridge
After all, Heaven has decided our destinies
Brighter than sun crowns