Текст песни Корецкое РКДУ - Русская голгофа

Where the space was constrained
Piles of stone mountains -
Among the mountainous Ural elements,
On the top of the mountain,
Where eagles fly,
There is Calvary of Great Russia
In the eighteenth year,
Mad, people
He tolerated a nightmare there
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He is his King
And all his family,
He delivered the executioners for execution. (2 times)

In the afternoon there the wind is rustling,
The prophetic crow cries,
And under the cedars, in the cool shadows,
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In the midday heat,
In safe rest
Rest reindeer resorted.

But only the night comes,
The emperor gets up,
From the grave comes with the Family.
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And they walk on stones,
By the roots and stumps
On Calvary the thorny path.

And with a drooping glow
Cesarevich the patient
Itself can not ascend to the top,
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The Emperor is on his way
Helps to ascend
On Golgotha's beloved son

There, looking up at the sky,
On his knees, in the midst of the mountains,
For Russia, a prayer is raised,
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And for the Russians for all,
For their grave sin
Before God, they ask forgiveness.

And above their head
The stars are a golden crown,
Like the lamps, they shine in the sky,
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And from bright rays
Seven lit candles
Golgotha ​​is sent from heaven.

In the Queen's eyes,
As a Ural diamond,
Lies large, bitter tears,
And in that place, in the dust,
Where those tears lay down,
Beautiful roses grow.

A Tsarevene eyes,
As the sky is turquoise,
Also sad covered in tears, Sisters
Like the flower blue
Forest Foreclosures
Crumpled by a ruthless stormy thunderstorm.

And all night there They
In prayer alone
Strain the last forces ...
But only the sun rise
Illuminate the sky,
Everyone goes back to the graves ...

And again at the cliff
Only eagles fly,
And noisy old cedar peaks,
Yes about the voiced granite
Mountain winds are buzzing
And sweeps the sand into the valleys ...

Icon of the royal martyrs
Scarlet blood is full
This common Russian wound,
Flushes the blood stream
On the Russian sand
By the caprice of a dashing tyrant.

But for a long time rumor
I went to Russia,
That our torment will end,
If together with the Tsar
Go to Calvary
And we ask God for forgiveness.

And the Lord will cleanse
Our soul and flesh
And it will disperse all ills dashing,
And above us, like the old,
There will be faith and a king,
And the former Russia will rise again!

And from their wounds flows
Blood for the Russian people
And he runs down the valleys through the rocks,
And in valleys, in flowers,
Like amber on the bushes,
It turns immediately into rubies.