Текст песни Иван Кучин - Русь советская

Gone years into the past, irrevocable
And disappeared like the stages of the Solovetsky
Well, you are all the same, not understandable to a stranger
Soviet Russia ... Soviet Russia ...

I myself am soaked in you, like poison,
Lost my way, lost my horse,
Into the gloomy forests with bad glory
Brought me ... Brought me ...

And the road was woven with a black thread,
Across your patterned white tablecloth
Not the way you saw and heard me
In the songs of the mother ... In the songs of the mother ...

I will finish her song unfinished,
And until the time, until goodbye,
I'll bow down to the damp earth and the white light
In justification ... In justification.