Текст песни Ария - Будем жить, мать Россия

Hey, drive, man, with a breeze,
To sing blood and dust with a pillar.
Let the old leshy whistle after us,
The witch will hide in a white light more often.

By native roads,
Dark and miserable,
To hell in the mouth,
To the abyss,
And then rise again
And in the same place
Cross to lift the golden!

On the right - waves of laughter, then mate,
Someone is hitting the cannon at random,
To the left is silence and God's grace.
No, I can not understand you with my mind!

Here and there the saints,
Strange, barefoot,
And in the eyes -
Heaven.
But they will drink and have a snack,
All the way down,
Norov will show a steep.

Let's live, Mother Russia!
With us - the power of the cross,
There is no that trouble,
What will pass us by!
There were hordes and khans,
The terrible atamans,
But the last word
Always for you!

Hey, drive, man, with a breeze,
To hell with thinking about dashing past,
Let's sing a song, yes to the whole neighborhood,
God will not give it away, the pig will not eat!

By native roads,
Dark and miserable
To hell with the mouth ...
Oh, not in suit!
And then we will rise
And in the same place
Cross the golden raises ...

Let's live, Mother Russia!
With us, the power of the cross,
Not in the first chance
To us with our own head!
There were hordes and khans,
The terrible atamans,
But the last word
Always for you!

Hey, drive, man, into the open space,
We are not afraid of any fences,
They change the carrots again for the whip,
And for centuries people are waiting for a miracle ...

Rushing along the roads,
Dark and miserable,
To hell in the mouth,
To the abyss,
And then they will rise again.
And in the same place
The cross will lift gold!

Let's live, Mother Russia!
With us, the power of the cross,
Not in the first chance
To us with our own head!
There were hordes and khans,
The terrible atamans,
But the last word
Always for you!