Текст песни Олег Атаманов - Ох, взгруснул певец

Oh, the singer was sad over the guitar
Fingers touch the strings gently
That waves of thoughts run ardent
That ring relentlessly strict
That sway in the field of cornfield
That tree branches swing
So lingeringly singing angry
Don't end don't end

Oh then his darling song
In the springs of the soul called
It’s like a falcon
As if tilted ivushka
This song sways him
In the field, groomed
This homeland song is heard
Heartache and anxious

This is a song of popular conscience
This is her call for salvation
These are the ardent waves of the story
About the Slovenian resurrection

Russia spread under the invasion
And feasts freaks grin
The nations of bestia tread conscience
Over babies are perverted
So cry in the dungeons of mother
So the fathers choked with vodka
So the punishers walked in Russia
Distant worlds shuddered

So rushed Russia in all directions
So cut the wings of the motherland
That crows scared creepy
It’s like an ugly woman
So were the bodies of the earth volus
So sang trees of family trees
So the stings placed the pegs
Not a country, but a criminal crate
Not a country for sunshine
And happy heaven from Slovenia
Thieves martyr training ground
Clairvoyant destruction

Oh, the singer snapped over the guitar
Gingerly touching the strings
All his love for the world is fierce
All his love for the world is strict
All his love for the world is bright
All his love for the world is voiced
The strings of his heart are dawn
Boyana thin strings
The strings of his heart are dawn
Boyana thin strings
The strings of his heart are dawn
Boyana thin strings