Текст песни Moon Far Away - Мама Русь

The steppe will cover the steppes with light snow
Gently, quietly the heavens.
At the outpost in the field a warrior
He will not sleep at night in the night.
The Sket distant will respond
Chime over the ground.
The monk is honest in the choir of heaven
The voice adds its own.

Mama
Rus

Forest mighty spring echoing
The song of joy sings,
The wind tends over the White Sea
To the Black Sea flight.
From midnight to dawn
Each house is a sister and a brother,
Grains thrown into the ground
Will give to the winter a hundred times.

Mama
Rus

As if become visible to Kitezh
The city is ancient above the river.
Domes in fast waters
Reflected peace.
Chad dipping into the font,
Not having closed the morning until the morning,
Mother sings over the cradle.
In the unsteady - a new man.

Mama
Rus