Текст песни Алиса - Моя Светлая Русь

Bless the war,
The house has retained and save.
So were going to march
Martial people of Russia.

Thus, from the beginning of time,
Soldier is given grace,
With God live safer,
With God easily die.

Next Star
Dusts on roads
At the heart peace
And quiet sadness.
From time immemorial
It shares borders with God
My Bright Rus.

How much strife and unrest
Was in charge of the Motherland,
As we want to bend,
As we were trying to break.

How many jackals yes dogs
Rocks from different angles
Gold of our breads,
Gold of our icons.

Next Star
Dusts on roads
At the heart peace
And quiet sadness.
From time immemorial
It shares borders with God
My Bright Rus.

What's going to fathers,
We were taught to cherish
Vera native hand,
The song, prayer yes sword.

So it was led by the roots,
Of military service are,
Every man in his turn,
Monk, a warrior and a clown.

Chorus.