Текст песни И.Тальков - Россия

Leafing through an old notebook
Sprawled General
I vainly tried to understand
How could you give yourself
At the mercy of vandals.
From the gloomy depths of centuries
You were raised by a giant
Your Petersburg has reconciled enemies
High valor of the regiments
In the age of the golden Catherine.
Russia...

Sacred music of times
Over the golden-domed Moscow
The bell rang,
But, even the quietest, he
Someone did not give rest.
And the golden domes
Someone blinded someone:
You annoyed the forces of evil
And, it is clear, so they pestered them,
What to blind you decided.
Russia...

The heavens cracked openly,
And with a squeal rushed from there,
Cutting down the heads of the churches
And glorifying the red king,
New Judaism.
You were tied up with a bum
And they knelt down,
The ax blazed over the executioner,
And you read the verdict
The bloody king is a great ... genius.
Russia...
Leafing through an old notebook
Sprawled General
I vainly tried to understand
How could you give yourself
At the mercy of vandals.
Oh, the general's notebook,
The downtrodden rebirth,
How hard is it for you to read
Deceived generation.
Russia!!!