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Motherland – my song and springtime of mine With our proud fate and with luminous dream We forever are all tied with you Let always be the blue sky Over our country And a golden beam of the dawn.
See the rivers, see the fields These are very Russian scenery This is country of mine and yours.
In daily loud din, in noise and bright lights Hello to land of heroes Tolland of dreamers and of men of science Along the steppes, along the woods From tropics straight to northern pole You lay my dear land So vast and boundless So indestructible and strong No obstacles For us on land and water We’re not afraid Of ice and stormy clouds Hot flame of our souls Flag of the motherland We’ll carry on Through world, through all centuries
Collecting blooms in fields, My Russia – that’s what I call you You are my only one You ask me many many times There’s no nicer land And here I was named at birth With Russian name of mine Your beauty nothing can affect Not years, not the grief You were always proud so With Ivans and Marias Don’t know ever bigger joy Than join my fate with yours To cry with you, my motherland To celebrate with you
Where grass has fresh and minty smell The nature speaks to me with love Her most sacred-sacred words: My Russia, my Russia My dear free and native land My Russia, my Russia My Russia – you’re my motherland
Planet Earth remembers, knows your name All things come to end, but you’re eternal, my land You’re my life, my breathing, my home I can hold the sun in bare hands, yes I can walk through years, space and time I can do, can surely do everything If you are, my country with me.
Whether it’s moonshine or deep snowfall I’m with you always, happy and saddened My heart will never forget you, o no Steppe field of Russia, steppe field of Russia Many a road I had walked, I had crossed You are my childhood, you are my freedom All things in life that are matter and true You are not like the woods, You are not like the sea You are with me my steppe field, temple’s cold from the wind There is my motherland, and I’ll tell you again Hey, hello Russian steppe field, I’m your spikelet for my life.
from south mountain to northern sea man is walking, walking as a master of his huge and gorgeous country land. You are vast, my country, big and precious You have many rivers, many fields I don’t know any other country Where man breathe and walks and feels so free
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