Будем жить, Мать Россия! [Budem zhit', Mat' Rossiya!] [English translation]

Hey tear along in the open you lad,

So it gladdens the heart and the air is full of dust.

Let the old woodwose's whistle follow us,

Let the witch hide the light of day in the thicket.

Along the roads of motherland,

Unlit and impassable ones,

Go to the devil and dogs

To be lost,

Only to revive

And to exalt the golden cross

On the very same place!

What sounds are coming from the right, is: now laughter, now filthy language,

Now reports as if someone's firing a canon at random,

And from the left - all peace and the Lord's good grace.

No, I wouldn't grasp you Russia with my mind!

Here and there are fools for Christ's sake,

Weird, barefoot,

Heaven

In their eyes.

But they would have had one over the eight and that's nothing to them,

They would swap all their things for drink,

To show their true colours.

We'll be sitting pretty oh Mother Russia!

The holy powers be with us!

Each generation here

Falls on hard times!

We've experienced hordes and khans,

Formidable chieftains,

But we've eventually

Outlived all those!

Hey tear along with a zoom you lad,

Ballads of hard times of the past go to hell,

Let a carol strike up all around,

If the Lord is merciful no swine will devour us!

Along the roads of motherland,

Unlit and impassable ones,

We'll go to the devil and dogs

Oops, we don't follow suit,

But we'll revive

And exalt the golden cross

On the very same place...

We'll be sitting pretty oh Mother Russia!

The holy powers be with us!

With us, sticking out our necks

Is the order of the day!

We've experienced hordes and khans,

Formidable chieftains,

But we've eventually

Outlived all those!

Hey tear along to go out in the open you lad,

No fence is hard enough to stop us,

The authorities would swap carrot for stick,

And the people are expecting miracle for centuries...

Along the roads of motherland,

Unlit and impassable ones,

We'll go to the devil and dogs

To be lost,

But they'll revive

And exalt the golden cross

On the very same place!

We'll be sitting pretty oh Mother Russia!

The holy powers be with us!

With us, sticking out our necks

Is the order of the day!

We've experienced hordes and khans,

Formidable chieftains,

But we've eventually

Outlived all those!

• Artist:Kipelov
• Album:Смутное время