Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Листая старую тетрадь...

Leafing through an old notebook General shot
   I struggled in vain to understand how you could give yourself
   At the mercy of vandals
   From time immemorial you gloomy rising giant
   Your Petersburg reconciled enemies high valor regiments
   The Golden Age of Catherine
   Russia, Russia!
    
   Heaven had opened with a bang and rushed shrieking out
   Tearing head churches and praising the new king
   Latter-day Judas
   You tied a red cloth and dropped to his knees
   Ax flashed over the executioner, and the sentence you read
   Bloody King, the great genius
   Russia, Russia!
    
   Sacred Music from the times of the gold-domed Muscovy
   Rippling sound of bells, but even the most quiet, he
   Someone gave no rest
   A golden domes someone black eyes of the blind
   And irritating the power of evil, and, apparently, because of Donja
   What you decide to dazzle
   Russia, Russia!
    
   Leafing through an old notebook General shot
   I struggled in vain to understand how you could give yourself
   At the mercy of vandals
   Oh, the general's book, forgotten truth Revival
   How hard you read
   Deceived generation