Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Царь

G # M E
In the flour joined folk grief
C # M D # G # M
Pathetic broken soul
C # M.
We are looking for timidly, with hope in the gaze,
F # H.
Mira in yudoli earthly.

G # 7 C # M
Looking in past our harsh,
F # h d #
Looking like a great-grandfather insert,
G # M C # M
Whisper we greedily the cherished word
D # G # M
The word is welcome - "King!"

In it, all the aspires and chaying our
The best, forgotten times
Those that will not and there were no more
In the past, happy tribes.

The king is the sun of brilliant glory;
The king is the pride of the country,
Grozny power of the mighty power,
Scary enemies without war.

The king is faith and the truth is holy;
Ringing churches,
Rus Manty, Russia
Grandfathers, fathers, sons

The king is the widelines of fermented tears,
The work is serene in the wilderness;
King - these are the best, light dreams
Loving Russian soul!