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the Motherland Duma
When the evening star vzaydot on a blue sky,
And hot day labor wearily lay his head,
Then I hear your voice, a country of great distances,
Seas midnight surf, cloudless fields breath.
I hear the step of gray centuries tocsin bells ringing.
In the holy struggle, the courage of your soldiers the hard way I see the motherland.
Your breath I warmed, leading from orbit glorious years
To distant stars brash light you to be strong, the country of heroes!
Time passes over the earth. Fathers in the way children are replaced ...
Homeland, to live your destiny - no more beautiful destiny in the world!
Road distant calls, and there is no end in sight to her,
And happy are they on it goes to your dreams, native land!
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