Текст песни Кирилл Ривель - Памяти генерала Л. Г. Корнилова

I do not run from life,
In the former care - not the Exodus.
In civil fires
The pillars are versted ...
Bolarin Lavra
And the First Kuban trek
Wine and prayer,
Alas, Russia will not remember.

To fall to the roots
In the dank Kuban steppes,
Where there were volunteers,
Crosses along the roads leaving ...
Savior rushed through
Sailed over the rows of dads,
On the path this godfather
I'm tired of closing my eyes.

They will tell me: a chimera!
What is the eighteenth year?
But again the era
Dictates a forgotten drama.
And I remember
Everyone who was taken to the expense
On the whim of the left leg
The victorious boor.

And God turned away,
And he cursed my power,
Where full measure
We all tasted what they wanted.
For the white army
Full bowl of nol
And I will remember all,
From whom Russia turned.

This cup is bitter,
As the bitterness of their lot is earthy.
Isolated memory.
In other people's Palestine, graveyards ...
But my song
Continues the campaign Ice,
Although all the circles to return
Even a song is not easy.

But I want to believe:
In the former care - not the Exodus,
The memory will again
Crosses, like pillars of versts ...
Bolarin Lavra
And the first Kuban trek
Wine and prayer,
Perhaps, Russia will remember.