Текст песни Николай Зиновьев - В степи, покрытой пылью бренной...

In the steppe , covered with dust, clay,
He is sitting and crying people.
And the past was the Creator of the universe .
He stopped and spoke :
& quot; I am a friend of the downtrodden and the poor,
I'm miserable all the shore ,
I know a lot of words cherished .
I am your God . I can do everything.
I was kind of sad your sad,
What bedoyu you closely ?! & Quot;
And the man said : & quot; I - Russian & quot ;,
And God wept with him.