Текст песни муз Урал Рашитов сл народные - Родная сторона

translation by Vera Kapustina

I return to my native land,
To the native land, to the native land.
I hasten to see my
The native land, the native land.
The edge of forests and berries ripe,
The native land, the native land.
I hurry to the birches white
To the native land, the native land.

Chorus1
And my soul -
Like a bird in the chest.
Heart, be patient,
Wait a minute.
The birch edge is full of berries,
Take a handful - take it.

All in divine colors
The native land, the native land.
And in all other places,
The native land, the native land,
There are no flowers that make us more beautiful,
The native land, the native land.
And such birches as ours,
Not one, not one.

Chorus1
And my soul -
Like a bird in the chest.
Heart, be patient,
Wait a minute.
The birch edge is full of berries,
Take a handful - take it.

And in the birch forest we have
Birds sing with might and main!
Not for a day or an hour
Singing does not cease.
As I hear a bird song,
Edge, I'm coming to you.
All grief from impatience,
I'm waiting for the meeting soon.

Chorus1
And my soul -
Like a bird in the chest.
Heart, be patient,
Wait a minute.
The birch edge is full of berries,
Take a handful - take it.

Chorus2
There in the birch forest
Bird's trills all around.
Oh, I can not hold it,
I will rush at a run ...
Eh, quickly, quickly, there is no patience to wait,
I hasten to see my native land.