Текст песни Nyancat - Н. Некрасов - Родина

And here they are again, familiar places,
Where life flowed my fathers, barren and empty,
Tecla among the feasts, senseless swagger,
The debauchery of dirty and petty tyranny;
Where a swarm of depressed and quivering slaves
I envied living the last lordly dogs,
Where was it for me to see the light of God,
Where I learned to endure and hate,
But, hatred in the soul shamefully pleading,
Where sometimes I was a landowner;
Where from my soul, prematurely corrupt,
So early blessed peace blessed,
And nebebycheskih desires and anxieties
The fire is tiring up to the time the heart is burning ...
Memories of days of youth - known
Under the loud name of the luxurious and wonderful, -
Filling my chest with anger and malaise,
In all their glory they pass before me ...

Here is a dark, dark garden ... Whose face is in the alley of the distant
Flashes between branches, painfully sad?
I know why you are crying, my mother!
Who killed your life ... oh! I know, I know! ..
Forever is given to a gloomy ignoramus,
You did not indulge in unrealistic hope -
You were frightened by the thought of rebelling against fate,
You carried your lot in the silence of slaves ...
But I know: your soul was not impassive;
She was proud, stubborn and beautiful,
And all that to bear in you has got strength,
Your deathbed forgive a death whisper! ..

And you, sharing with the sufferer mute
And the grief and shame of her terrible fate,
You too do not, sister of my soul!
From the house of serf mistresses and kings
Carrying shame, you gave your lot
The one she did not know did not like ...
But, the mother of her sad fate
In the light of repeating, you were lying in a coffin
With such a cold and severe smile,
What the executioner himself was trembling with, burst into tears.

Here is a gray, old house ... Now it is empty and deaf:
No women, no dogs, no guards, no servants -
But do I get old? .. But I remember: there was something pressing all over,
Here in the small and large the heart ached.
I ran to my nurse ... Oh, nurse! how many times
I shed tears in her heart for an hour;
With her name falling into emotion,
How long have I felt for her awe? ..

Its senseless and harmful kindness
For memory, I have come a few traits,
And my chest is full of enmity and anger new ...
No! in my youth, rebellious and harsh,
There is no remembrance to the heart;
But all that, having entangled my life since childhood,
The curse on me was irresistible, -
Everything began here, at the edge of my homeland! ..

And with disgust around throwing a look,
With joy I see that a dark forest has been felled -
In the tormenting summer heat, protection and coolness, -
And the field is scorched, and the herd is slumbering,
Ducking his head over the dried-up stream,
And an empty and gloomy house falls to one side,
Where echoing the chime of the bowls and the voice of exultation
Deaf and eternal hum of suppressed suffering,
And only the one who crushed everyone,
Freely and breathed, and acted, and lived ...