[music]
Russianness
is a special gift with
light, the heart of the living hurts,
we are used to withstanding the blow,
even if there is mortal pain, even if the
bloody darkness obscures the future, the lightning
will not win the enemy of us, millions of us, not
just a few, we will endure everything,
although grief chills our skin and we are the planet
we’ll save you from evil, I’m sure we can do it
[music]