Дабл Ять - Песня семи ветров
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To the field overgrown with sedge—
Green and towering high—
Be you stableman or Tsar,
It remains utterly indifferent.
Buried deep in memory beneath the snow,
Lies the serenity of the past;
The horizon paints for us, once again,
Nothing good.

With the song of the seven winds,
Tell me tales of home;
But save that final cartridge—
Keep it safe for later.
We have battles left to fight;
We have life left to live—
Speaking the truth only in whispers,
Lest we invite fresh trouble.
Ripples spread from where the line ends in the water,
And in every ring, enemies appear.
People struggle and strain with all their might,
Yet gasp for breath beneath the boot heel.
Justice and freedom—
Replaced by force, power, and law.
Motherland, drained of your very lifeblood
By corruption and violence—
You are dying before our very eyes;
Forgive us for our helplessness.
Forgive us for our loyalty—
For striving to remain pure;
And forgive us that, for our love of you,
We have suddenly been branded "extremists."

The spiral of time winds on;
We no longer recall the names.
Too often, amidst this sea of ​​banners,
We do not even know
For whom we are saving
That final cartridge of ours.