Текст песни Донское сяиние - Родная станица

Native village
 
You stanitsa native beautiful,
How I love to dawn on you
When the sun was previously red
Quietly rises above the sleepy river
 
Fishermen colorful boats
Hidden in steep banks
And the fog hurried gait
I threw the dew on the blue meadows

Here once famous fellow countryman
And the great writer went
For people there was a simple and open
At the dawn of fishing I loved
 
You Donshina - dear mother
No more expensive than you and ilie
And the Don-Father carries his waters
On the vast expanses of the steppes.