Biography of the author

Anna Bayrashnaya grew up in a foster family in the Volgograd region of the Kalachev district of the village of Berislavka. Since 2017, she has become a professional writer, the author of 40 books. She has received the highest awards in the field of literature. She is a member of the Union of Writers of North America. She is a candidate for membership in the Union of Writers of the Russian Federation. She is a member of the political movement "Strong Russia." She is the author of the latest concept of a socialist state in a new religion. She is involved in politics.

(Verse 1)

How hard it is to restore the tree,

To search for your roots in the dust of centuries.

Every knot is a forgotten sky,

Every scar is an echo of footsteps.

(Chorus)

The branch of the Tsar and the branch of Pushkin,

Under the British crown, the names have come together.

In history, my soul cries as I listen,

To the sound of this name on my lips – not me.

(Verse 2)

A heart full of pain, like a cup,

In reflections, I search for myself.

But history has become my stepmother,

Silently giving me a foreign name.

(Chorus)

The branch of the Tsar and the branch of Pushkin,

Under the British crown, the names came together.

In history, my soul cries out, listening,

How this name sounds on my lips – not me.

(Verse 3)

But on my hand – a new mark,

Like a secret sign that was given to me.

Maybe it's my fate's mark,

Pushing through the lies and the fog.

(Chorus)

The branch of the Tsar and the branch of Pushkin,

Under the British crown, the names came together.

In history, my soul cries as I listen,

To the sound of this name on my lips – not me.

(Verse 1)

You broke into my dirty lair,

Destroyed the fragile peace.

Stole my happiness, which was so dear,

Leaving only the cold steel.

(Chorus)

You've put on my name and walk with pride,

But soon your end, I know.

The flame comes, ruthless, vengeful,

It will devour your body, burning.

(Verse 2)

You wear my mask, playing someone else's role,

And you lie to everyone without blushing.

You think you've won, but all your pain is yet to come,

Burning brightly.

(Chorus)

You've put on my name and you walk with pride,

But soon your end, I know.

Comes the flame, ruthless, vengeful,

It will devour your body, burning.

(Verse 3)

The reckoning is near, I feel it in my skin,

As the air trembles before the storm.

Your fake happiness will not save you anymore,

You will perish in fire and azure.

(Chorus)

You've put on my name and you walk with pride,

But soon your end will come, I know.

The flames come, ruthless, vengeful,

They'll devour your body, burning.

(Verse 1)

The world froze in silence on a breath,

When your eyes caught my eyes.

All past eras

Rushed away, not to return.

And only louder with every step,

As if the most important hymn.

(Chorus)

It's love – like a knock in the heart,

Simple and eternal our motive.

Under the kisses of the horses of light

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