Гевал - Третий Рим
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Third Rome

Battle scenes pop up from memory here
In gilded frames from under the crust of the brain
And they look from under the mud.
Stars from the facades of the capital's houses
Looks at the harmony of contradictions
From the Old World to the New World
Eternal wanderings, rebirths
The victorious Soviet Empire

Chorus
The greatness of the Stalinist Empire
And in the windows of your dome
Iron Faces of Titans
Molten bells
Symphony of the church and formidable kings
Whether Philofei wrote about
Third Rome

From the simple original values ​​of the world
Before revolutionary ideas
From imperishable relics of the Holy Orthodox
To the embalmed leaders
You chewed human from the hands of the owner
I wore Cain's seal on my chela
Was holy like a soldier, hoping for a miracle
Kissing the image of Christ with the kiss of Judah.
But the shadow of the future always looks back
In Constantinople, the Tsar-Grad

Chorus
The greatness of the Stalinist Empire
And in the windows of your dome
Iron Faces of Titans
Molten bells
Symphony of the church and formidable kings
Whether Philofei wrote about
Third Rome