My land Razdolnaya


Blooming steppe forests,
And in the woods fields bloom.
We did ourselves,
It is our great work.

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My land Razdolnaya
Wide field,
Rich and freestyle
Beautiful land!

Light stars on the Spassky tower
Visible to us in all parts.
Miracle tales come alive
In our valiant deeds.

Chorus. 1950