Russia. The 13th Song for those who left... ("Россия" - 13-ая песня Борковского из его 1999 альбома для тех кто покинул родину)

13. Russia

(Lyrics by hieromonk Roman)

There’s no place for me in Russia,

Though I’m not the first exile ;

Since old times  some other land

Gave shelter to my folk.

 My Motherland,  like Mother, you are my only,

That’s why I don’t demand,

For the freedom  you give to your sons,

The freedom to go up  the scaffolds.

Crucified! Is that you, my Land?

I’m standing and   wondering:

In the flags I recognize the shreds

Of Jesus Christ’s purple garments.

My Land! Are you heading the right way?

 The dirty fingers are poking  at the earthly things

And  you are rushing  to bow to them,

 Calling for Jesus Christ’s  traitors to be your leaders.

Why, turning your face away from Heaven,

D’ you hanker for the  western sparkles?

And casting  your own clothes off,

Why do you dress up in Lilliputian shreds?

Amusing mobs of good-for-nothing guys,

You choose another way to  go,

A stranger path is not yours,

It can’t imbibe your  aspirations.

 Many would  like to stand still

As guards of honor at your coffin,

Bearing malice, not knowing, blind,

They have infringed on God’s possessions.

Russia! Rus’! Wherever  you were flying,

In rags, profaned and wretched,

You won’t perish! You’re  safe!

With so many pious people in the God’s abodes.

 Translated by Eaja Borkovskaja.

13. Россия, ст. иеромонаха Романа

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