Текст песни Александр Блок - Россия

Again, as in the golden years,
Three breast-bands worn shoot the breeze,
And get stuck with hand-painted spokes
The lax gauge ...

Russia, a poor Russian,
I hut gray yours,
Your songs I wind -
As the first tears of love!

You feel sorry I do not know
And his cross carefully bear ...
What you want magician
Give Rogue beauty!

Let the lure and deceive -
Do not be gone without sginesh you
And only concern blur
Your beautiful features ...

Well? One concern Bole -
One tear noisy river
And you're still the same - the forest, but the field,
Yes patterned boards to brow ...

The impossible is possible,
The road is long light,
When a flash in the distance of the road
Instant eyes from under her shawl,
When the rings sadly cautious
Deaf song coachman! ..