Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - На юг, на запад, на восток..

To the south, west, east
Its northernmost show donors.
"We are Russians! What a delight! "-
Screams from the past Suvorov.
Over Kulikov sword sings.
Above the core of Borodino they hiss.
We are Russians! What a flight!
We are looking for waste bullets.
From shreds vests, shirts
Let the world sew yourself updated.
We are Russians! What scope!
Cast lining sword and words.
Soldiers kitchen pedestal.
Navara factory stolovok.
We are Russians! Siberia, the Urals ... ...
And then without stopping.
We are on the pegs at the ages
Under the roar of the revolutions of the Vistula.
We are Russians! And God knows,
What we like him without a second thought.
And we are not missing the abyss,
The shoulders mound us narrow,
But we were able to steal
One century in the word "Russian."
And shoot down the enamel of time
With teeth that ate the lips.
And yet some distance
The Slavic name of Russia.

Leonid Kornilov