Ya zazheg v tserkvyah vse svechi
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Ya zazheg v tserkvyah vse svechi
Ya zazheg v tserkvyah vse svechi, no odnu - odnu ostavil,
Chtoby drug v osennij vecher da po mne ee postavil,
Chtoby dal'nyaya doroga mne koroche pokazalas',
Chtob dusha, vzdremnuv nemnogo, vnov' v Rossiyu sobiralas'.
Gde porvav k chertyam vse telo sberegla ee zhivoyu.
Dnem dralas' a noch'yu pela, ne davala ej pokoya.
Grela l'dom kormila nebom, zhizn' s ovchinu otrydalas'.
Tselovala spelym snegom i ognem laskat' pytalas'.
Otnyala lyubov' zemnuyu, podariv tosku i veru,
Razbavlyaya udaluyu zhizn' vesel'em bez mery.
Ni kola dvora ni deneg - tol'ko gorech' da trevogu,
Da zakat gde vse do feni, gde ni dveri, ni poroga
Ya zazheg v tserkvyah vse svechi, no odnu - odnu ostavil,
Chtoby drug v osennij vecher da po mne ee postavil,
Chtoby dal'nyaya doroga mne koroche pokazalas',
Chtob dusha, vzdremnuv nemnogo, snova k domu sobiralas'.
Otpustil popam grehi ya, chtob oni mne otmolili.
Vse chto mne druz'ya nalili - vse tebe, moya Rossiya!
I lighted all the candles in the churches, except for one,
So that a friend on an autumn evening would light it for me,
So that the long road would pass faster for me,
So that my soul, a bit more rested, would set off again for Russia.
Where, having torn the body to pieces in hell, it kept it alive -
Fought in the day, sang in the nights, let it have no rest.
Warmed with ice, fed with sky, cried for life that's not worth the candle,
Kissed with ripe snow, and tried to caress with fire.
Took away earthly love, bestowing longing and faith,
Diluting the thrilling life with measureless joy
Not a pole, not a yard, no money - only bitterness and anxiety,
And the sunset where nothing matters; where there's no door and no threshold.
I lighted all the candles in the churches, except for one,
So that a friend on an autumn evening would light it for me,
So that the long road would pass faster for me,
So that my soul, a bit more rested, would set off again for home.
I let go of the sins of the priests so that they would pray for me
Everything that my friends poured me - all to you, my Russia.
