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2020-01-09 21:13:45 +01:00
Over my Russian
Russian nightingale over my sky,
Over Russian stars of my warm amber.
I love Russia in the sparks of pure snow,
The poplar blizzard in raznotsvete dawn.
Chorus:
Melting in the haze of the forest, honey smells of mildew -
Nothing in the world is no good and beautiful,
But Russia has always, love, young,
And I have no control over my years Russia.
Russia clouds over my darkness loomed,
But after the storm became stronger than she,
And safely live under its skies,
Silence a young age, steppe grasses silence.
Chorus.
Russia poured over my fresh cool,
sun light lit golden haystacks.
And forever sweet Russian groves Listopad,
And Russia, as a mother I ever road.
Chorus.
At the heart you just odna.1984