Птица-душа смелая. Ты долети, далеко Да до неба светлого, До самого Бога. Ты да поведай, птица-душа, Как на небе хороша Ой, да воля вольная, Тебе верой данная, Да самим Богом. Ой, ты матушка моя, Родная земля.
The poultry is brave. You react, far and to the sky bright, to God himself. Yes, tell me, the bird-fool, as in the sky is good oh, yes free will, you are given a faith given to you, and God himself. Oh, you are my mother, my native land.