От юности моея - Поколения
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In these lands of the endless, where oaks are noisy
The quiet surface of the lake looks at heaven
Our fathers worked and lived here
Here you were once born and you raised
Land absorbed a lot of blood and sweat
I was once born here and raised
Where there were battle - now just grass
Only the wind from the fields remembers their names

Is it really in vain, is it really all in vain
Those people forever dissolved for centuries
To the invasions, behind the war, war
What happened to you a native country
For which they put their heads, for which they died
Keepers of Mass Mill of Silence
Do those people need such descendants
Do we need descendants like us

Now it has become a feat to be drunk in the trash
Do not care about relatives and go on the heads
How many people without shame and morality
Did the mother with the father of all raised us so much
Why did we lose a person in ourselves
Why did our land settled
Wild hordes without self -awareness
Without a hint of thought of good undertaking