Текст песни Екатерина Шаврина - Песня о Родине

How much grass was touched in the field
Kosari that woke up with the Ruga.
I am not white, not red Russia,
I would be birch and gold.

I would fall into these marshy herbs,
Where, blinding, the dew cleanses.
And there are no blessings to me, nor glory,
Only for a long time to look at heaven ...

And the other does not need my homeland,
I will die if I am with her apart.
Only would see the scope
In white outsmans,
Falling asleep under the rustle of birches ...
And the other does not need my homeland,
I will die if I am with her apart.
Only would see the scope
In white outsmans,
Falling asleep under the rustle of birches ...

I would go to those peasants,
In the Old House under the canopy of alder,
Where on the shelf is a dear Yesenin.
I like these verses so much.

And when all the forces are exhausted,
Leaving, whisper - my God,
I am not white, not red Russia,
I would be birch and gold! ..

And the other does not need my homeland,
I will die if I am with her apart.
Only would see the scope
In white outsmans,
Falling asleep under the rustle of birches ...
And the other does not need my homeland,
I will die if I am with her apart.
Only would see the scope
In white outsmans,
Falling asleep under the rustle of birches ...

How much grass was touched in the field
Kosari that woke up with the Ruga.
I am not white, not red Russia,
I would be birch and gold!
I am not white, not red Russia,
I would be birch and gold!