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RUSSIA My pain, my sadness and sadness, Mother Russia! How many troubles, bitter torments you have endured on your way! What have the Herods done to you? They have defiled your temples! I'm in debt. I run to your crying, your heart-rending cry. No, I'm not lying: I can't see this godlessness. Panting, I pray in tears., I conjure you: Russia rise up! Russia... Russia! Holy Fatherland! Do you remember the golden ages of your life? Forgive the deeds of sinful children, whether there is hope in them, and warm them with faith! Neither the fire could not, nor the sword to lower to his knees. Red bunting they are entwined, abusive word you overcame Those who sold their souls to the devil, Vice has been made a virtue. Live to see it? Will I live up to those long-awaited years, Those times when people's souls radiate light? ...And words are inseparable from deeds; Rule: Faith, Hope, Love.
