Not for those distant seas ...


Not for those distant seas,
Not for the fogs of the wave -
Our share goes with us
According to the Soviet native country.

We won it hard,
During her battle fought with the enemy,
The ground we were looking happy -
Land we are happy to have found it!

We have bread in the steppes sow.
We breed gardens and forests.
No winds-winds
Not zasushat Russian heart!

And the land becomes more beautiful,
And the soul of all the joyful singing.
Our strength - our future
As the sun rises springtime!

As the sun rises springtime,
In the spring and warm caress,
Our happiness with us goes,
We ought not to seek it! 1949