Текст песни CG Bros. - Жди Меня
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Отгремел прошлый век страшных войн и резни.
Встал с колен человек, мир вздохнул вместе с ним.
Отогреласьь земля, но забыв горький дым,
Бросив боя поля, слабым стал её сын.
В лужах высохла кровь, и едой полон дом.
Стали матери вновь жить с надеждой о том,
Что воспрянет страна, но недолгим был пир,
Захотела война навестить этот мир.
Жди меня, я вернусь, мать благослови,
Отгоняй с серца грусть, да родных храни, -
Так прощались отцы, собираясь в поход.
И сегодня, мой сын, на страна зовёт:
Сквозь столетие мы растеряли себя,
Став рабами судьбы, успокоились зря,
Побросали мечи, отрастили живот,
Всё плюём да молчим за еду и комфорт.
А случится беда, не найдёшь человек.
Что нам деать, когда в кровь окрасится век?
Только слабость и лень не спасут этот мир.
Ради наших детей прекратим праздный пир.
Жди меня, я вернусь, мать благослови,
Отгоняй с серца грусть, да родных храни, -
Так прощались отцы, собираясь в поход.
И сегодня, мой сын, на страна зовёт:
Не сдавайся, не плачь,
Дорогая моя:
Пусть смеётся палач,
Не дрожи Россия!
Кто с мечом к нам придёт-
От него и помрёт!
Поднимайся, народ,
Нас страна зовёт!
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The last century of terrible wars and massacres died down.
A man got up from his knees, the world sighed with him.
Warmed up the earth, but forgetting the bitter smoke,
After throwing the field battle, her son became weak.
In the puddles, blood dried, and the food is full of house.
The mothers began to live again with the hope that,
That the country will rise, but the feast was short-lived,
I wanted a war to visit this world.
Wait for me, I will return, mother bless,
Dislodge sadness from the heart, and keep your relatives, -
So the fathers said goodbye, going on a campaign.
And today, my son, the country is calling:
Through the century we lost ourselves,
Becoming slaves of fate, calmed down in vain,
They threw swords, grew a stomach,
All spit and keep quiet for food and comfort.
And there will be trouble, you will not find a person.
What do we do when the eyelids are painted in the blood?
Only weakness and laziness will not save this world.
For the sake of our children we will stop the idle feast.
Wait for me, I will return, mother bless,
Dislodge sadness from the heart, and keep your relatives, -
So the fathers said goodbye, going on a campaign.
And today, my son, the country is calling:
Do not give up, do not cry,
My dear:
Let the executioner laugh,
Do not shudder Russia!
Who with the sword will come to us-
From him and die!
Rise, people,
The country is calling us!
Edge
A man got up from his knees, the world sighed with him.
Warmed up the earth, but forgetting the bitter smoke,
After throwing the field battle, her son became weak.
In the puddles, blood dried, and the food is full of house.
The mothers began to live again with the hope that,
That the country will rise, but the feast was short-lived,
I wanted a war to visit this world.
Wait for me, I will return, mother bless,
Dislodge sadness from the heart, and keep your relatives, -
So the fathers said goodbye, going on a campaign.
And today, my son, the country is calling:
Through the century we lost ourselves,
Becoming slaves of fate, calmed down in vain,
They threw swords, grew a stomach,
All spit and keep quiet for food and comfort.
And there will be trouble, you will not find a person.
What do we do when the eyelids are painted in the blood?
Only weakness and laziness will not save this world.
For the sake of our children we will stop the idle feast.
Wait for me, I will return, mother bless,
Dislodge sadness from the heart, and keep your relatives, -
So the fathers said goodbye, going on a campaign.
And today, my son, the country is calling:
Do not give up, do not cry,
My dear:
Let the executioner laugh,
Do not shudder Russia!
Who with the sword will come to us-
From him and die!
Rise, people,
The country is calling us!
Edge