Текст песни Муслим Магомаев - Песня о далёкой Родине

When the severity of the heart
And cold in the chest,
By the steps of the Hermitage
You come at dusk,
Where no bread and drinking,
Forgotten for centuries,
Atlanta hold the sky
In the hands of stone.

Hold it, edifice -
No honey from.
Stretched their backs,
Knees are summarized.
Their hard work
It is important to other works:
Of these oslabni someone -
And the sky will fall.

In the darkness weep widow
Povygoryat fields
And rise purple mushroom,
And ending with the Earth.
And the sky each year
All presses harder,
It trembles on Hood
Rocket ships.

Are they guys
Chiselled body -
Delivered once,
But change does not come.
They were not happy the light of day,
They can not sleep at night.
Their beautiful shells
Disfiguring war.

Are they forever
Leaning their foreheads in trouble
Not gods - a man,
Accustomed to work.
And live more hope
Until such time as
Atlanta hold the sky
In the hands of stone.