Текст песни Игорь Тальков. - Родина моя.

I made my way in fragments of children's dreams
In a country home ,
Where everything happens as if not serious
With me , with me .
Well , you have to train was so tired ,
Short of the age of Christ , Lord ...

And all around , as if on parade ,
The whole country is marching to hell
Wide tread .

my Motherland
Mournful and a lot ...
My Motherland ,
You're crazy .

In suspended animation survives century Moscow -
find a striker.
Over the domes Luciferian star
rose ,
Watching from above as you go under the hammer
for a nickle ,
How proud of your laughing your former Chaldean
from the West.

my Motherland
Mournful and a lot ...
My Motherland ,
You're crazy .
My Motherland -
Beggar scrip .
My Motherland ,
You're crazy .

Eighth decade did not rain washed
your cross ,
Then the tears pour your great sons
from the sky , from the sky ...
They look to the clouds as you are under the yoke of Fools
clones
Then wash down and sad , the hungry and silent,
then pray ...

my Motherland
Mournful and a lot ...
My Motherland ,
You're crazy .
My Motherland -
Beggar scrip .
My Motherland , you're crazy .