Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Россия

Leafing through an old notebook
General shot,
I struggled in vain to understand
How are you able to give yourself
At the mercy of vandals.
From the dark depths of centuries
You raise a giant,
Your Petersburg reconciled enemies
High valor regiments
In the Golden Age of Catherine.
Russia! Russia!
Sacred music times
Over Zlatoglavaya Muscovy
Streamed chimes,
But even the most quiet, he
Someone gave no rest.
A golden domes
Someone black eyes of the blind:
You're annoying the forces of evil
And, apparently, so they persecute,
That blind you decide.
Russia!
Opened up the skies with a bang,
And screeched rushed out,
Lopping off heads churches
And the glory of the new king,
Latter-day Judas.
You tied a red cloth
And knelt,
Ax flashed over the executioner,
A sentence you read
Bloody King, the great genius ....
Leafing through an old notebook
General shot,
I struggled in vain to understand
How are you able to give yourself
At the mercy of vandals.
Oh, the general's book,
Downtrodden truth Renaissance,
How hard you read
Deceived generations.
Russia!