Текст песни Руско - Баллада о Раймоне Порше

... If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten ...
  
   When we see her close - we hurt for all people.
   You thought about justice, but you forgot about your life.
   You thought about mercy, but forgot about your path.
   And yet, the hunt has already begun,
   Fly, my dove, fly! ..
  
   Don't let a falcon catch you up
   May you be quick and brave
   After all, there, in the message on your hand -
   What I did not have time to say.
   Fly past the walls of foreign cities,
   Whose stone is hot and mute
   Fly over the heat of the red sands -
   To the city of Yerusalem.
   To a city whose stones are silent and waiting
   When they sing again,
   When my brothers pass by,
   From tears unable to look,
   For what I'm closer to today,
   What is here in my chest -
   Fly to the Chapel of the Holy Sepulcher
   And there on the plates fall.
  
   ... Oh, I would go in there barefoot,
   Blind from blissful tears,
   Like that heavenly jerusalem
   What Christ has built for us
   You will be my heart alive,
   When you arrive there,
   Where I no longer go barefoot,
   By earth - never ...
   Ah, the white city, the holy dream,
   Sick heart of the earth ...
   "After all, you wanted to Calvary, Raymond -
   Get up, come for you.
   Did you go somewhere with the cross, Raymond?
   So, we have already arrived. "
  
   When you are taken to the walls,
   You will be almost that hard.
   Free from shameful captivity
   Leads an honorary escort.
   And Togo had an escort - soldiers,
   Crowd along the paths of the road ...
   And Togo had an escort - winged,
   But who will help - carry? ..
   In shine, not dressed in rags,
   Hold on, paladin ...
   And, Simon of Cyrene, where are you,
   Why am I all alone? ..
   But Simon is not, and below are all brothers,
   That circus, and holiday waiting.
   Wave your hand to them, you have to tell them
   What do you know - they will reach.
   The battlements of the wall will now be stained
   It remains not long to wait
   And scary - but who could refuse
   What is there - betray!
   Ruthless court and cruel ways
   But what else to do with yourself
   When in the east - there, in the east,
   Slightly glowing above the ground -
   Yes, you found out. Kneel down
   And worship him.
   My voice is towards Yerusalem,
   Fly, my dove, to Yerusalem,
   Released into darkness ...
  
   ... And the city was taken - to the glory of faith,
   And is it important - already -
   As the walls rolled down from the walls, Messers,
   Head of Raymond Porsche?
   We all lie in that land - without counting,
   With a thousand years of travel
   But see, the hunt began again, -
   - Fly, my dove, fly ...
  
   Stone, stone path.
   I love my life so much, my God,
   Although I know what will happen to me.
   And after a thousand years
   I regret not lying there
   Because we are all forgotten in the flesh of the earth,
   And there, at You, I would be glad
   Little honor - righteous death,
   Good, the only thing in the world,
   When these walls no longer protect us ...