| He died in the Russian cold winter,
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| And the angels are "for", and the archangels are "for".
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| He, as the Savior, will be washed with tears
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| And the tears will freeze, blind your eyes.
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| He hastily decided on this loss,
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| But apparently it is impossible for God to do otherwise.
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| After all, not along the avenue, not even along the highway,
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| But only in the sky - the holy path.
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| And the widow asked sternly and mournfully,
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| So that the old and weak stay at home.
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| “In such weather it is easy to catch a cold,
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| And I will hand it over to God myself.”
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| When the prophet is of no use, no use,
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| Then the Lord God forgot the country.
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| Is the era strange, is the era terrible ...
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| And by the way, it’s not bad: an era-country ...
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| Russia stepped on the black road,
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| The rights were hidden, and the Temple was trampled.
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| And his fate fell into mortal drogs
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| Bloodstains on our heads.
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| And now and forever he will not be forgotten,
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| And in the holy calendar, and in vain, he will be remembered.
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| The last messiah leaves here
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| And without voting, he will be elected.
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| So who are we? |
| And what is our strength
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| That our messiahs are leaving us?
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| Is Russia alive, and will Russia be?
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| No one will answer, and God will not give.
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| Is Russia alive? |
| And will it be Russia?
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| No one will hear, and God will not give. |