Текст песни Алексей Андрюхин - Пленник

Frozen time - whether summer, winter or -
Muscovy, Empire, Union ...
In the Kremlin bowels, in a secret casemate
The warrior Rus is chained to the damp wall.

He was free. Fanged Drakars
Conducted in blue and sun, standing at the head.
From Grumant, to Crete and the Sahara
A merry cry thundered: "On you! On you! "

Rus appreciated Constantinople hospitality
And the golden-headed samovar kind.
He grinned: "Too little sun!
So here's the sun for you! "

Russia did not like prayers and bazaars,
Theodicy is an impenetrable forest.
They bowed the Greeks and Khazars
Before the sword with a notch, the devil and the cut,

While the monk is alone, blacker than soot,
About muttering something muttering,
He did not pour poison into the pagan cup ...
Russia has tasted - and melted like a candle.

He was tied tightly with sashes,
The Perun cross was torn off the cord,
And the sword - the storm of the bastard south -
The bastard threw off the banks of the Dnieper.

A snake-monk, suffering with God's punishment,
The grass was strewn with phosphorus of the moon,
And, beheading brave fighters,
They turned into dull canoes.

Smoked smoke, suffocating and ragged ...
Non-Russian flesh smelling of filth,
Wearing armor with suns and lions,
In the wards of the village, russia nareklas.

All is wider, more widely a stepmother-Russia,
And Father Rus is chained and cursed ...
But once in the century zykaly oblique
They look into the secret casemate.

And someone like a chudi or a Hun
Blade touches the face:
"Put an autograph in secret,
So that your generation believes us to the end,

So that the gray backs bent,
Not remembering Rügen and the Euxine pontus,
To Russian eyes the azure flashes
The stuffy horizon did not sway. "

There, upstairs there are Talyanka and bazaars,
Morozets, vodka, bell hood ...
And here, below, the commissioners are sweating,
Sizzles the iron and shoots the whip.

But, not having achieved the rune, the
He goes away. The bar is bobbing.
There, at large - slavish Russia,
And here, in the darkness - sun-loving Russia.

But, looking into the night, he knows: the race is beating
And he remembers the sea, and the steppe distance.
It will fall down like rust, Eurasia leprosy,
Under it - untouched steel.

Through the delusion of the Byzantine ligature
Traits and cuts are time to distinguish,
That went Russia - liberated Razin -
And unfolded, like a banner, the Sun-Ra.

Again the zenith is ruled by a falcon bird,
Flying winds fly to the seas,
And the Russian race secret hand,
Squeezing his sword grows from the Dnieper.