Restaurant a chic,
In the hotel
Where people come home,
Where expanses leaving other
Again, the love of the Russian land based,
I sat there, not thinking strictly
Centuries of dashing breaks,
Water in quiet waters,
The grass rustles in the spurs.
Russian people once again stretched
For the Fatherland heart
And the wine was sweet to get warm,
And the former iron bent.
And that August was a white, white ...
But black raven-wing waving,
This is a coup ...
All of a sudden opened up a tender belly.
Land stained with blood the words
Very stiff, filthy:
"You too be with us slaves,
Russian People.
Freedom of some vzdumali
Here dreaming, rather than relying,
Your destiny for a long time to suffer
Above the expanse over the desolate. "
Russian people tremble,
Here again, the cursed yoke.
We can not see how quiet
Our tears are back.
Our kitchen where the sound of the Universe
Uplift a hollow-hollow,
And the motherland has always incorruptible
Returns.
You see your hands
Of the martyrs,
Breathless
In empty space somewhere,
They do you believe, the Earth, the planet
The rhythm of my vale join.
Oh three days, the White House under siege,
A ray of hope flickers only
I do not drink at the restaurant bitter
I heed human annoyance.
Only suddenly beside voice is heard,
It's two people in a meal:
Spetsvoyska them today are moving
KGB destroy freedom. "
How to Russia, you
Die
Of this spiritual death faded?
You are my breath compress
Grinding grasp rattles brutal.
How can I, your daughter, the Motherland,
I can not, without more air,
Really sounds here Trizna,
And live all the finer, thinner ...
I do not pass you, Russian wind
I will not leave his native field,
I will arise between fate and free will,
Be happy, our children.
And with a chest token
Press
Oh hasten the bus old
For the White House on a ferry,
As a former dream from childhood.
How to kindly to me at a restaurant
It's free and better food
Cook Russia collected
For the defenders - the bottom of the sink
Parahoda that our elected,
Russian folk in this century draws ...
We came, our nation will rise
In the night - and kind and nice.
And the night we were close,
And lying, sitting, singing,
A in the morning already played
In a ball of medical gloves.
Words I could find,
To vznesti prayer to heaven:
Virgin
Holy,
You save Russia and battle
Take, Queen of the good, and
Do not let the blood shed in vain,
We already have enough victims of the terrible
Thy dear, the edge. "
And the Lord heard prayer,
When a heavy rumble was heard,
For the Moscow River, going to
So go on the offensive beast.
People ran in fear,
To passers-morning tramp
On the bridge, already opened to
Peacefully went to work ...
In the circle
Is closed we were.
Oh to throw up arms at once,
Pale those masks
Fast distributed.
Suddenly trying
Realize that now, perish,
At the door I stood home,
Hello death, we've known,
So it's simple.
But the sky can be seen
According to another fate decided,
Spared in this hour of reprisal
All his people,
And tornadoes bloody
Forth to have - by and by.
All sighed,
And silence
Vrachuya blue sky,
You sent us to share a different,
And I came out of the circle with you.
A in the streets -
Sun shone,
And the crowd breathes funny
Easy to talk, laugh -
Or hearing,
Like the heart, scalded, ached.
Is that? It's a blessing, people!
This light-hearted joy and peace,
And slowly, pushing the chest
Her way in the way everlasting.
I'm trying to soon join
In this course over the fate of a passionate,
A in the legs -
Go back to study,
Plus Cold
This nasty.
And remained at the heart of signs
O, it is difficult to climb into the sky.
I pray for you in the wonderful cancer
Hosts signatures
Of
Mask.