Текст песни Георгий Свиридов - Лапотный мужик

`Who loves his homeland
Russian Earth with thin hazards,
Clash field
Greater beaten?
Who loves a lot of
Having a two-housing, sloe-mother?

Spring Sun.
In Light Sermyag.
Crying over Rus
Every morning dew in silver.
Who loves his homeland?
Wind-tramp answered Red:
- Who cries in the fall
Over the novel goal and again
Under full sun
In the field - Bosa and without a hat -
Goes for dear -
He, lapot, loves his homeland more!
After all, blood and then
He poured the breadwinner, every block
And every loose
And a warm chick of sorrowful earth! `