While reading notebook, full of pain
Of general, condemned to shooting,
I tried to understand in vain,
How dregs, who teared you, could gain
To make your body their footing.
In gloomy ages being close
A giant, gathering your holdings ...
Your Petersburg restrained the foes
And regimental valour rose
At Katherine's age, at age the golden.
Rossiya...
Like sacred ages music spells
Above the golden heads of Moscow
The quiet ringing of the bells
Was flying, but for someone else
It was the death, the sound of Gospel.
And golden cupolas, of course,
Someone's black eye were making blinded.
You irritated evil force,
You made its being so worse,
That "Blind yourself!" - the evil decided.
Rossiya ...
The heavens were torn with sudden crackle,
With squealing they hurled themselves down,
New Judes without an obstacle
Beheaded churches in spectacle
Of raising the Red Master's crown.
They bound yourself with cotton red
And made you fall on knees in terror,
The axe flashed over russian head,
Your judgement loudly was read
By (Lenin Great) "Genius Great", the Blood Emperor.
Rossiya ...
While reading notebook, full of pain
Of general, condemned to shooting,
I tried to understand in vain,
How dregs, who teared you, could gain
To make your body their footing.
O, yellow general's notebook!
You the killed (forgotten) truth regeneration ...
How hard it is through you to look
For the deceived - my generation.
Rossiya.
(Перевод песни Игоря Талькова)
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Христианское творчество / Маслянкин Иван Владимирович / Russia
