Россия [Rossiya] [English translation]

I’m ruffling leaves of old notes,

The general was executed,

I failed to reckon what behold

How the country had been sold

And let them all to have you looted

And from Dark Ages you emerged

Like giant to his feet arising

Your Petersburg prevented wars

By the superb effective force

In Catherine-age self-realizing.

Oh Russia

The sacred music of church bells

Lingering over Moscow air

To some it sounded like knell

And even slightest sounds spelled

The radicals to their despair

And golden domes of the Church

Were blinding their failing eye-sight

And irritated Evil’s serfs

To the extent that they decided

To tear your eyes out and to blind you.

The skies burst open with a crush

The mob of Judases appeared

Cutting away the churches’ heads

Proclaiming newest leader’s rush

New crucifiers of believers

They tied you down with red flags

They knelt you down to meet death

The carnifex then raised his cleaver

And your death-warrant had been read

By bloodiest king and greatest leader.

Oh, Russia

I’m ruffling leaves of old notes,

The general was executed,

The old hand-written texts, they oath

And resurrect the shot-down truths

They are so hard to be revoked

By generation that was looted.

Oh, Russia

(my continuation)

Again skies opened with a crush,

Again same Judases appeared

They now disguised as democrats

To shreds they Russia’s body tear,

To global aims they onwards rush

Sparing churches that they fear

They think that their aim is near,

But very soon they’ll disappear

Just owing to their tear and wear.

• Artist:Igor Talkov
• Album:Россия