Текст песни ГЕVAL - Третий Рим

Here battle scenes come to mind
In gilded frames from under the crust of brains
And they look from beneath the mud
Stars from the facades of metropolitan houses.
Looks like a harmony of contradictions
From the old world to the new world
Eternal wanderings, rebirths,
Victorious Soviet Empire.

Chorus
The greatness of the Stalinist Empire
And in the windows of your dome
The iron faces of the titans
Molten bells
The symphony of the church and the terrible kings,
Was Filofei writing about that?
Third Rome.

From the simple primordial values ​​of the world
Before revolutionary ideas,
From the incorrupt relics of the Holy Orthodox
To the embalmed leaders.
You ate a man from the owner’s hands
Wore the seal of Cain on his forehead,
Was holy like a soldier, hoping for a miracle
Kissing the image of Christ with a kiss of Judah.
But the shadow of the future always looks back
To Constantinople, Tsar Grad.

Chorus
The greatness of the Stalinist Empire
And in the windows of your dome
The iron faces of the titans
Molten bells.
The symphony of the church and the terrible kings,
Was Filofei writing about that?
Third Rome.