Текст песни русские это роща березовая русские это голова бедовая

Обновлено: 12.11.2024

Да какой же омут без чертей?
Да какой же грех без покаянья?
А война какая без смертей?
А убитый как без поминанья?

Нам никак нельзя без матерка,
Чтоб с разбега в ледяную прорву.
С детства нам отмерена верста,
Где на крест присядет белый голубь.

Русские - это роща березовая,
Русские - это голова бедовая,
Русские - это душа нараспах
Да луг от росы в слезах.

Только нам нет худа без добра,
Только мы семь раз не отмеряем,
Мы не ищем от добра добра,
Только мы поплача все теряем.

Russians are a birch grove,
Russians are a poor head,
Russian - is to drink, so to the bottom,
Until the bottom!

We can not do without mother,
So that with the take-off into the icebreaker.
Since childhood, we have measured a verst,
Where the white dove will sit on the cross.

Russians are a birch grove,
Russians are a poor head,
Russian - a soul in full swing
Yes, the meadow of dew in tears.

Only we do not have a cloud without good,
Only we do not measure out seven times,
We do not seek from the good of good,
Only we cry all we lose.

Russians are a birch grove,
Russians are a poor head,
The Russians are the chest, so in the crosses,
But no - the head in the bushes!

Only we do not have a cloud without good,
Only we do not measure out seven times,
We do not seek from the good of good,
Only we cry all we lose.

Russians are a birch grove,
Russians are a poor head,
The Russians are the chest, so in the crosses,
But no - the head in the bushes!

If trouble comes to us,
Our gates are always open,
Do not take Russian never -
Definitely: you will be buried!

Russians are a birch grove,
Russians are a poor head,
Russian - is to drink, so to the bottom,
Until the bottom!

Russians are a birch grove,
Russians are a poor head,
The Russians are the chest, so in the crosses,
But no - the head in the bushes!

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