my fatherland


On appeal, on the marching trumpet call
Battle Kremlin chimes like.
Winged daring dream Ilyich
You, Fatherland, you go through the years.

And now you are high above the heavens,
Window light peaceful warmth.
How happy I am today,
I was born in the spring expanse thine.

Chorus:
I know that I do not pass under heaven thy
And not a guest in a foreign ship.
It is your work, your being a soldier -
no greater happiness on earth!

In life I have seen many tears nagodu,
Many women's and men's woes,
But a person is not sadness, and you're not frowning eyebrows -
Reclaimed thy rest battles.

There are still many unknown routes,
But you will be lighter and lighter.
You know, because it depends on us,
From the spring of your sons!

Chorus.