The Golden Temple
Summer Dawn.
Crucified louts
Priest-king.
Gray overcoat,
Growth - low.
Calvary-hill
Gritted his sleigh.
The whole country
His bones lie,
With wedded wife,
With small children.
Bowed icons
Low to the ground,
Krenistym on the slopes
Strolled barefoot ...
Chorus:
Oh, there was no youngster,
Glorious hijacker,
Brave officer!
Yes there was no peasant -
Ivan Susanin
Of the people of the whole ...
And no one could not save,
Yes, for it does not lay down the bones!
Oath faithfully,
Fancied - for centuries.
We three hundred years, guys -
Like three days.
Where's former glory,
Good sir,
Russian Power,
Yes Imperial your surplice ?. .
Who do you serve
With an oath on his lips -
Shatters
On seven fronts.
Who loved you -
Where is now ONET? -
In the roadside dust,
They cursed and killed
Yes, in World War II ...
Chorus.
Does all the soul is removed -
Ravens are not fed,
Rivers of blood gush
With the royal cross.
Will forget, my friends,
And his father and mother,
Be sober,
Wash the blood,
Will be remembered.
But how can one not able to save,
Yes, for it does not lay down the bones ...
