Текст песни В.Порываев - Революция приближается

Marina Strukova

     It's not a raven in Chechnya that is falling,
     then not a swan in Russia is crying,
     the revolution is approaching,
     let the enemy does not appear in the calculations.
      
     Then from the sunset the fog stretches,
     then the east wolf bristles.
     The truth will cope, the matter will be satisfied,
     let him come when he does not believe.
      
     The gun in his pocket hides,
     on the fence a leaflet rushes,
     the prison corridor stretches
     and a penny candle is shining.
      
     A friend of the best in the mountains is fighting,
     whether the house exploded is destroyed,
     the duty of Russian you is accomplished -
     the revolution is approaching!
      
     The unavoidable storm is black,
     inevitable flame white
     take away all the bad, weed,
     revive everything native, bold.
      
     True right, wonderfully wonderful ...
     And to reflect - where the weapon?
     Oh, what we are naive,
     here powerless indifference.
      
     Maybe we'll become victims easily,
     maybe we'll pave the streets ...
     Consolation - were the first,
     let them learn from our mistakes.
      
     Yes, and whether we decide everything?
     And are you being solved by everything?
     In the cloudy sky, the lumen narrows.
     The revolution is approaching.