To grow scanty Russia it would be impossible

I often recollect my life,
My meditations flow on a paper,
In the destiny, Russia, I do not blame,
I did not have not enough courage …
In the destiny, Russia, I do not blame,
I did not have not enough courage …


Call of ancestors we did not listen to the,
And operated indeed carelessly,
Ah, beside parents alive,
To grow scanty Russia it would be impossible …
Ah, beside parents alive,
To grow scanty Russia it would be impossible …


They have lived the life knowingly,
Have passed all wars, have given us freedom,
Have lifted us, have lifted anchors,
For best all fought for people …
Have lifted us, have lifted anchors,
For best all fought for people …


To officials of all thrown children,
Let rake, that have given birth
And to give to all the grant of mothers,
Would start singing other voices …
And to give to all the grant of mothers,
Would start singing other voices …


Call of ancestors we did not listen to the,
And operated indeed carelessly,
Ah, beside parents alive,
To grow poor Russia it would be impossible …
Ah, beside parents alive,
To grow poor Russia it would be impossible …