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H7 Em
По руслам щек, по желобу морщин
E7 Am
Течет река соленых слез молитвы
H Em D C
За православных женщин и мужчин,
Am H7 Em
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
Далекие от жизненных утех
Заступники-отцы и страстотерпцы,
Вы принимали на себя наш грех,
В огне лампад горело ваше сердце.
Вы принимали на себя наш грех,
В огне лампад горело ваше сердце.
Святая вера, ты, как нить времен,
Связала нас в один канат с народом,
Который и талантлив, и умен,
И своего же кормит антипода.
Терпение русское, я не пойму,
Нам во спасенье или во проклятье?
Французы бы разрушили тюрьму,
Мы как Христос готовы на распятье.
Французы бы разрушили тюрьму,
Мы как Христос готовы на распятье.
Но я горжусь, что выпало здесь жить,
И счастлив от сознания простого,
Что предначертано России быть
Подножием Господнего престола.
Земли не знаю лучше и добрей
И не стесняюсь за свою предвзятость.
В тиши скитов, в стенах монастырей
Духовный труд стяжал России святость.
В тиши скитов, в стенах монастырей
Духовный труд стяжал России святость.
Я рос в атеистической стране,
Но не впитал безбожия заразу.
И пробил час, и просияли мне
В земле Российской все святые сразу.
И пробил час, и просияли мне
В земле Российской все святые сразу.
По руслам щек, по желобу морщин
Течет река соленых слез молитвы
За православных женщин и мужчин,
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
За православных женщин и мужчин
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
За всех, кто пал за Русь на поле битвы.
H7 EM
On the rivers of cheeks, on the groove of wrinkles
E7 am
The river of salty tears of prayer flows
H Em D C
For Orthodox women and men,
Am H7 EM
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
Far from life's lives
Intercessors-fathers and passionate workers,
You have taken on our sin
Your heart burned in the lamp fire.
You have taken on our sin
Your heart burned in the lamp fire.
Holy Faith, you, like a thread of times,
I tied us into one rope with the people,
Which is both talented and smart,
And his own feeds the antipode.
Russian patience, I do not understand
We are in salvation or curse?
The French would destroy the prison
We, as Christ, are ready for shovel.
The French would destroy the prison
We, as Christ, are ready for shovel.
But I am proud that I had to live here,
And happy with the consciousness of the simple
What is destined to be Russia
The foot of the Lord's throne.
I don't know the earth better and kinder
And I am not shy about my bias.
In silence of the monasteries, in the walls of the monasteries
Spiritual work condensed Russia's holiness.
In silence of the monasteries, in the walls of the monasteries
Spiritual work condensed Russia's holiness.
I grew up in an atheistic country,
But he did not absorb the atheism of the infection.
And struck an hour, and shone me
In the Russian land, all saints at once.
And struck an hour, and shone me
In the Russian land, all saints at once.
On the rivers of cheeks, on the groove of wrinkles
The river of salty tears of prayer flows
For Orthodox women and men,
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
For Orthodox women and men
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
On the rivers of cheeks, on the groove of wrinkles
E7 am
The river of salty tears of prayer flows
H Em D C
For Orthodox women and men,
Am H7 EM
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
Far from life's lives
Intercessors-fathers and passionate workers,
You have taken on our sin
Your heart burned in the lamp fire.
You have taken on our sin
Your heart burned in the lamp fire.
Holy Faith, you, like a thread of times,
I tied us into one rope with the people,
Which is both talented and smart,
And his own feeds the antipode.
Russian patience, I do not understand
We are in salvation or curse?
The French would destroy the prison
We, as Christ, are ready for shovel.
The French would destroy the prison
We, as Christ, are ready for shovel.
But I am proud that I had to live here,
And happy with the consciousness of the simple
What is destined to be Russia
The foot of the Lord's throne.
I don't know the earth better and kinder
And I am not shy about my bias.
In silence of the monasteries, in the walls of the monasteries
Spiritual work condensed Russia's holiness.
In silence of the monasteries, in the walls of the monasteries
Spiritual work condensed Russia's holiness.
I grew up in an atheistic country,
But he did not absorb the atheism of the infection.
And struck an hour, and shone me
In the Russian land, all saints at once.
And struck an hour, and shone me
In the Russian land, all saints at once.
On the rivers of cheeks, on the groove of wrinkles
The river of salty tears of prayer flows
For Orthodox women and men,
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
For Orthodox women and men
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
For everyone who fell behind Rus' on the battlefield.
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