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Star of my fields
It lays down the dew descended evening blue.
Brings the wind through the expanse of meadows -
And the fresh smell of cut wormwood,
And the echo of distant girlish voice ...
It lays down the dew descended evening blue.
And above me shines, as always,
Star of my fields, my star of Russia -
The only country of the lovely Star!
And on the day when I found a strange land
A simple bouquet of wild flowers -
I remembered the smell of cut wormwood,
And the echo of far-girlish voice.
And where I used the battle is not worn,
In my heart I was always with me
Star of my fields, my star of Russia -
The only country of the lovely Star!