Текст песни Елена Костромина - Российский триколор

How much have you experienced, dear homeland
You carried the power through the centuries,
Grassing God
On the golden domes of churches,
The sun is spilled
From that in the soul of everyone is brighter,
The tricolor is raised

Chorus:

The sky is white over me
I look at the blue open spaces.
Red land underfoot,
The blood of the ancestors sprinkled,
I'm standing and ringing bells
Hearing caresses with delicate overflow
I will bow to the shrines of the domes
I will pray about my Russia,
I will pray ...

How much have you postponed
The homeland is clear,
You worked in the field in the morning
With daughters red
How sad you were about sons,
The formidable enemy did not fear their
How many were killed in field battles,
That the flag would be raised

Chorus:

The sky is white over me
I look at the blue open spaces.
Red land underfoot,
The blood of the ancestors sprinkled,
I stand and hear behind my back
The voice of those who raised Russia
I know they ask only one
So that the memory in the heart retains
Memory of them ...

There are many beautiful places in the ground,
Bright and sunny
Wonderful people
And the sky without cloud
But the nicer of Russia cannot be found
Strong and rural
Many are destined for us to go through
With a raised banner

Chorus:

The sky is white over me
I look at the blue open spaces.
Red land underfoot,
The blood of the ancestors sprinkled,
I'm standing on the river bank
I hear the screams of the flock of cranes
The highest in the sky flies a wedge
We are alive while Russia is alive

I love you, my Russia!