Текст песни Екатерина Шаврина - Старая дорога

Old road, church without a cross,
Cries from adversity, groans and calls beauty in the field.
A dry well asks for a drink at night
My heart hurts, how are we going to live.

No, it has not disappeared and has not become scarce
The power of the native land's talent.
And did not go out, and did not burn
Russian churches in the road dust.

What is left for us, the dream has collapsed.
And in my land only wealth is all in the gold of the cross.
What is left for us - the stars of the graves,
My heart hurts, I have no more strength.

No, it did not disappear and did not become scarce
The power of the native land's talent.
And did not go out, and did not burn
Russian churches in the road dust.

Give us, Mother of God, courage in everything
In the ashes of the wasteland, the shadow of a monastery, not a soul around.
Only the wind wanders in an abandoned hut,
My heart hurts, what to tell you.
No, it has not disappeared and has not become scarce

The power of the native land's talent.
And did not go out, and did not burn
Russian churches in the road dust.
And did not go out, and did not burn
Russian churches in the road dust.