Текст песни Зоя Ященко и гр. Белая Гвардия - Германия

Pink sun-drenched,
Ever-rising over the Rhine,
The green grass and leaves
Germany Heinrich Heine.

Shutting up ears Close
Eye pain and fear,
Living only in music,
Germany Bach.

It changes the flea,
Day at night, and in the years of the century,
Faust's Mephistopheles,
Two-faced Germany Goethe.

One day when she saw on the site of the Reichstag
Arc de Triomphe,
Homeless with a forged passport
Germany Remarque.

Trampled boots
World progress
Dreaming of Castalia,
Germany Hermann Hesse.

Fragmented into principalities
Poetry, music, power,
Cut boundaries
Into two unequal parts.

We saw the place where the West
I watched through the scope East
This is a bare place, there will break
Even grass sprout.

Are abandoned on roadsides
House of a single country,
Stitched with white thread
The seam of the Berlin Wall.

In torn jeans and T-shirts,
With very nonchalant posture,
Sixteen, in black boots
Germany punks.

If ranked in Kalashny number -
In the midst of the Aryan Nation,
Terrified and subdued
Germany Russian emigration.

Dull Station Brest
Begins sad homeland,
Our train in a hurry to Russia
Passing Frankfurt an der Oder.

We drank a lot of beer
And visit some museum ...
In the pockets of the brand, in the ears of bananas -
Germany Here our friends!