In the face of the Motherland


I have in this life is very little need,
And those years that I have left to live,
I would like pensive icon lamp
In the face of the motherland solemnly shine.

Let my light barely illuminates
Her face immortal beauty,
But it burns, he still shines
And its pale beam drops in the world overnight,
Softening gently stern features.

O my homeland, in its simple overcoat,
The puds boots, loving sons,
You rose through the storms and blizzards,
Saving the world, did not believe in you.

And you saved them. For centuries. Forever.
From the East poured light! Again, go to the star
Tortured by grief men,
Again in tears bow down to you!

And I will be a great reward
And joy and precious know
That these days quietest icon lamp
I could before the face of the motherland shine.