About Homeland sing a song


On the ground, a lot of countries,
Where the golden sunrise over the mountains of white stands.
And anyone who loves cute edge of his own,
He has about him in the songs sings.

Rushing rivers and fast sea roar,
Palms rustle golden night.
Wherever in the world you may have been, wherever went,
A man without a country - like an eagle without wings.

On the ground, a lot of countries, but we always mile
Side, where he was born and grew up:
Noise dense taiga and the expanse of fields,
The quiet rustling of curly birch ...

Homeland favorite, best in the world there!
Crane's Crying, white apple color.
All that love from an early age, we are inviting relatives.
We, like happiness, fold the edge of the road and the house.

And where would the fate or leave me
All the soul of the fatherland sad
All I dream a dream edge of the road
At the heart of the Russian song sounds

River fleeting rolling, ringing,
You are forever eternal in my heart!
Dear to us since childhood voluntary edge
Soviet side, my native land! 1957