Текст песни Диана Коденко - Слово о полку

Oh, Russian Earth, for Schwlowing Esi!
From the hills, it is clear better - only terribly look.
Comes true what I did not ask
I never stuttered anywhere

What is the word of the mother, nor a wife ...
Here anything will take it, even thumbs up.
Did you scatter your teeth in Stern?
Now, princess, time to collect harvest.

Now at least repent, although the prayers are creative -
We are all a poir of here, but only to us.
Zegzitsa-emptiness Omeuet Wounds Your
Your eyes closes the impossible wing.

And the sun will swell and go wheel,
And the horizon will be killed as in the Motor BECHEVA,
And terrible ears with a human face
From the soil will tear off and go to wad.

And it's long known - there will be ashes and smoke ...
Why, smiling, not to scream,
Gray Yaroslavna over Putuft gray
Everything keeps this sky on baked shoulders? ..