Ратников Владимир - Русь
текст песни

Crows and crows
Crows and crows

Crows and crows
All sides
Where are you going the path
The path of the country of the country

Sucky village
Everything is stormed
Neither noise nor gone
White grain bread

So that I oak bitch
Yes, on the backs of these bitches
I will turn around and swing
For his Russia Rus'

Fly away the crows
On four sides
Go away and you follow
Everyday drunken nonsense

Poverty
They ate his pants
Crushed, ruined
That there is no need for war

Who is for the pitchfork who for the knife
Who is the truth, who for the lodge
Russia is scattered
Disappears neither for a penny

So that I oak bitch
Yes, on the backs of these bitches
I will turn around and swing
For his Russia Rus'

To turn gold to rye
To stop the bed
And over my homeland
Only flocks of cranes

And over my homeland
Only flocks of cranes ...