Ирина Печерская - Песня Родине - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Irina Pecherskaya’s song to the poems of A. Savrasov from the book “Cult-Ura”. The past of Rus' ”(www. first -easts.rf). The recording was made by Dolmen Artazak (9.5 thousand years) - knowledge about a person and his capabilities.

Nothing will stop the song

A living take -off of a dream,

And black crows over Russia

Do not promote those millstones of war.

Cranes are flying across the sky,

As if they are a wing and hug Rus',

Birch trees strain white trunks,

And the pine trees close the homeland.

The fire was charred by the fire, the earth was charred

But life is germinated with green grass,

The universe has eight plans for being,

In the ninth plane of God, the essence is hovering.

Our fathers of the aliens beat for a reason,

And they bequeathed to us to protect our homeland,

I will not shame, Holy Rus', you,

And I will hug with flowering fields!