Lyrics Александр Маршал - Россия
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Листая старую тетрадь,
Расстрелянного генерала,
Я тщетно силился понять-
Как ты смогла себя отдать
На растерзание вандалам?
Из мрачной глубины веков
Ты поднималась исполином,
Твой Петербург мирил врагов
Высокой доблестью полков
Век золотой Екатерины.
Россия...
Священной музыкой времён
Над златоглавою Москвою,
Струился колокольный звон,
Но даже самый тихий он,
Кому-то не давал покоя
А золотые купола
Кому-то чёрный глаз слепили,
Ты раздражала силы зла
И видно так их доняла,
Что ослепить тебя решили
Разверзлись с треском небеса
И с визгом ринулись оттуда,
Срубая головы церквям,
И славя нового царя,
Новоявленные иуды
Тебя связали кумачом
И опустили на колени,
Сверкнул топор над палачом,
А приговор тебе прочёл
Кровавый царь - великий гений
Листая старую тетрадь
Расстрелянного генерала,
Я тщетно силился понять,
Как ты смогла себя отдать
На растерзание вандалам?
О генеральская тетрадь,
Забытой правды возрождение,
Как тяжело тебя читать
Обманутому поколению.
Leafing through an old notebook,
A shot general
I tried in vain to understand
How could you give yourself
To be torn apart by vandals?
From the dark depths of centuries
You rose as a giant
Your Petersburg reconciled enemies
High valor regiments
Age of Golden Catherine.
Russia...
Sacred music of times
Over the gold-domed Moscow,
Bell ringing was streaming
But even the quietest he
Someone haunted
And the golden domes
Someone blinded a black eye,
You irritated the forces of evil
And you can see how they got it,
That they decided to blind you
The heavens opened with a crash
And screeched from there,
Chopping off the heads of the churches
And praising the new king
Newly born Judas
You were tied with kumach
And dropped to my knees
The ax flashed over the executioner,
And I read the sentence to you
The bloody king is a great genius
Leafing through an old notebook
A shot general
I tried in vain to understand
How could you give yourself
To be torn apart by vandals?
O general's notebook,
The forgotten truth is rebirth,
How hard it is to read you
To the deceived generation.
A shot general
I tried in vain to understand
How could you give yourself
To be torn apart by vandals?
From the dark depths of centuries
You rose as a giant
Your Petersburg reconciled enemies
High valor regiments
Age of Golden Catherine.
Russia...
Sacred music of times
Over the gold-domed Moscow,
Bell ringing was streaming
But even the quietest he
Someone haunted
And the golden domes
Someone blinded a black eye,
You irritated the forces of evil
And you can see how they got it,
That they decided to blind you
The heavens opened with a crash
And screeched from there,
Chopping off the heads of the churches
And praising the new king
Newly born Judas
You were tied with kumach
And dropped to my knees
The ax flashed over the executioner,
And I read the sentence to you
The bloody king is a great genius
Leafing through an old notebook
A shot general
I tried in vain to understand
How could you give yourself
To be torn apart by vandals?
O general's notebook,
The forgotten truth is rebirth,
How hard it is to read you
To the deceived generation.