Текст песни Евгений Матвеев - Прощай, империя

Evgeny Matveev - Goodbye Empire

A wonderful country of great tenderness
On the eve of strife, rebellion and pestilence
Lies and listens and whispers names
Fifteen capitals, as the names of the reproach.

Goodbye empire. I will learn to grow old.
The curvature of the Moscow Empire style is enough for me.
But how I loved your brass orchestras!
As he called you: "My sixth of the world!"

Imperial tenderness squeezes my chest -
I also walked on the ground with a sovereign step.
Ah, this silk, Bukhara this road,
And the wind of Jurmala with a spur and pull!

Goodbye empire. I will learn to grow old.
The curvature of the Moscow Empire style is enough for me.
But how I loved your brass orchestras!
As he called you: "My sixth of the world!"

I did not own a little bit in the world,
But it's a pity for the community ... The earth has always been enough.
The thread has been sharpened and the limit is near
The unity of language and loose metal.

Goodbye empire. I will learn to grow old.
The curvature of the Moscow Empire style is enough for me.
But how I loved your brass orchestras!
As he called you: "My sixth of the world!"