B.T.R, Декабрь - Русская душа
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We are all adherents of spring
But there's so much autumn in us
And that's why we associate graves and crosses
With the road
And that's why, raising a glass
In a drunken circle, in the midst of revelry
We sing about the coachman who was dying
In the steppe, engulfed in a blizzard

Ah, this Russian Soul
Ah, how many mysteries have been attributed to it
But the thing is, breathing cold
It can see into the distance
And can wear out sandals
Hurrying after something ghostly

More and more often I see steel in eyes
Blast furnaces smoke within us
And an eye in gloomy skies
Drops tears on our shoulders
But we are children of eternal storms
Isn't our salvation in this
That even slush and frost
Sometimes awaken inspiration in us

Ah, this Russian Soul
Ah, how many mysteries have been attributed to it
But the thing is, breathing cold breathing
She can see into the distance
And can wear out her sandals
Hurrying after something ghostly

Here life and death are intertwined
In one tight and strong knot
Here the ditches of streets and the heights of temples
Stand in an absurd union
Everything flows from century to century
But apparently fate has determined
That a person born here
Is gray and bright at the same time

Ah, this Russian Soul
Ah, how many secrets have been attributed to it
The fact is that breathing cold
She can see into the distance
And can wear out her sandals
Hurrying after something ghostly