Текст песни Вера Кушнир - Пусть все поругано

Let all be mistaken by the centuries of crimes,
Let nothing beyond that
But the doubt is stronger than all doubts,
And it will not go out that once in the soul fell.

The Great was not in vain;
Not a gift from the people of people appeared;
To the ground no wonder the sky kept
And there was an eternity of the packer.

In the invisible depth of consciousness of the world
The source of truth lives, not muffled,
And over the ruins of the shame of century
The verb sounds like funeral ringing.

The world was born in the world, and the light will turn away with dirty,
But he shines in darkness where the face of good and evil,
Not power to external, and the true samoy
Prince of the century condemned and all of his affairs.