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Автор музыки и текста - Игорь Растеряев. Автор ролика - Лёха Ляхов. The song named «Russian road». Along the crying earth, not feeling jackboots, Our bloodless detachment's escaping from the enemies Is eating sorrel leaves on the run, Is staying overnight in a gully under an arrow-wood bush. It's impossible to rest for us -- run away, run away, run away. And our pretending friends are staying abroad. And watching closely how we are being beaten. And only the long roads are absolutely for us. Wipe your tears, rest a little, I'm Russian road. Retreat and I cover your retreat with mud and water. But they're head over ears in mud, up to eyes in water. Some time later the enemies ran us down again. they're attacking us more strongly, are just about to overkill us. But the biting frosts are rushing to help us. Rest, wipe your bitter tears, We are Russian frosts. As enticing by Moscow, we'll freeze the enemies, cover them with melancholy. The nature is like our own mother in the war, But it was time to hide,
