Текст песни Берестов Сергей - Плач по Руси

Oh, dear Rus,
 Prigoryunilas,
 Prizatihla all,
 As in the calm ...
 Yes, do not sing to her,
 It was bitterly thought,
 All about little children
 Yes, in unbelief.

 Called Mother,
 Light-eyed,
 They called the Holy One,
 Inevitably ...
 Guys, ladushki,
 We were chugging,
 In Rod flowed the river
 Yes, I invoke ...

 Disbanded,
 I saw it,
 Zlatom-silver
 Lured.
 And they all rocked,
 And they all boasted,
 From the ages of gray
 Fought off ...

 Russia to its forests
 Has grown to know,
 Everlasting
 In the oak paws.
 Deafened
 Yes cuddled up
 In the Lesobogovs,
 The old temples ...

 Slept child
 Yes, I woke up.
 Look, Russia Holy
 There is nowhere around.
 Yes, and Nebushko
 Turned.
 And the enemy rebelled
 Near the best friend.

 Become a child
 Force to call-call.
 We ate bread,
 No rye in the bread.
 All land around
 Do not care
 Yes, the fossil
 For two hundred years ...

 And everyone around
 They blamed
 Yes,
 Causeless ...
 Worms
 Yes, all hapali,
 Very fancy,
 Very good.

 And confused
 And embittered
 Disappeared
 Mind-mind.
 Drank with a little fire,
 Disappointed.
 Immersed
 In a disgrace ...

 Eh, Rus - Mother ...
 According to the fragments ...
 Yes, by stones,
 Where there are no people ...
 Red glow
 Yes, for the gorochko ...
 And it's foggy
 Her wondrous trail ...

 S. Berestov, 2014