ГОВОРИЛ - По гражданке - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I’m inside a tank, dressed in civilian clothes. Yeah—it’s four-wheel drive, an all-terrain beast!

And I hail from the *tachanka*, from the days of Suvorov and the Battle of the Kalka—a true-blue Russian patriot.

I am triumphant, and I can scarcely believe how blessed I am to have been born a Russian!

With Christ by our side, we march toward victory—or toward doom; to us, the difference is indistinguishable!

We know with absolute certainty that this world is infinite, and that it is better to give than to take.

Go ahead and ban these verses of mine over there—for I can only write them here.

You have flown into a rage, lining up shoulder-to-shoulder once again, clenching your jaws in malice;

Meanwhile, my brother—the Buryat, a simple hero and soldier—is positively gleeful because of it.

As are my brothers: the Mordvin, the Tatar, the Ossetian, the Chechen, the Lezgin, and my good brother, the Lak.

For all those who speak this spirit-bearing tongue, I will offer my prayers, I will sing, and I will make my contribution.

Let’s be honest—I’m not revealing any great secret here—you, too, speak our very own language.

So I ask you, brother-to-brother: step aside, lay down your rifle, fall in line with us, and join the fight—but fight unburdened.

I’m inside a tank, dressed in civilian clothes. Yeah—it’s four-wheel drive, an all-terrain beast!

And I hail from the *tachanka*, from the days of Suvorov and the Battle of the Kalka—a true-blue Russian patriot.