I look in the blue lakes


I look at the lake blue,
In the fields of daisies ditch.
Call you Russian,
The only call.

Ask, asked me:
No land lovelier.
My name is Russian
Once named.

I look at the lake blue,
In the fields of daisies ditch.
Call you Russian,
The only call.

I do not know greater happiness
The live one destiny.
Mourn with you, my land,
And to celebrate with you.

Your beauty is not old
Neither the years nor trouble.
Ivan da Maryami
Proud of you always.

Not all returned falcons,
Who is alive and who is dead,
But the glory of their high
Thine.

Your beauty is not old
Neither the years nor trouble.
Ivan da Maryami
Proud of you always.

I do not know greater happiness
The live one destiny.
Mourn with you, my land,
And to celebrate with you.

I do not know greater happiness
The live one destiny.
Mourn with you, my land,
And to celebrate with you.
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