Lyrics Записки Неизвестного - Родная сторона

Native party

I agree - it is dangerous, but still do not be afraid!
Mother Rus needs feats.
And what can you, my friend, offer her,
Except how to add a song about it?

What do not you trumpet from the scene into the pipe,
But the song without meat - idle thing.
The birthmark of an era on the forehead -
Equally between themselves the soldier and the poet.

Yes, if you have any relatives
You would hardly have added a line about her ...
She is not alone until you are alive.
Will you die, having served her friendship?

Lost in the tavern, found her in the temple.
It was different - you are the opposite:
She found her in a garbage pit
And with her, the drunken people sideways ...

In the past, victories, delights and honors,
And now shame and thin rumor?
No, your mother won't die alone -
After all, you - her first degree of kinship!

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Do towers grow into the sky submissively -,
But they are kept in the land of their mighty roots -
In the same way, and you, from the duty to hide,
You try to dig into the sky to the waist!

In the victorious horn swear,
Take this time by the throat and stisni
Until muscle cramps, to the very beginning,
Until the death moans let go ...

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I'm so out of complicity, but by the way - I will not say
That I am ready, O Motherland, to die for you.
After all, I have a minimum that I value!
And is it worth fooling, pulling nerves?

I read books and songs I write
About life yes about death ...
Oh, how convincing I am when I pronounce
Prophetic speech at your own concert!

It is laudable to publicly repent ... But in general,
Sometimes my chin will tremble with anger:
& quot; Well, lads, let's furiously weep -
We will demand what belongs to us! & Quot;

Not many among others, with delight found
What can be poetry - and morality above;
After all, it is said that the word is power and weapon!
I would be happy to fight - yes the face does not come out!