Song of Russia


You lay wide from sea to sea,
Swim over you nezakatnye dawns
Spread your fields majestically
Native Russia, the land you are mine!

Rustling in the wind centuries-old oaks,
Beauty blooms freely yours.

Perfect you in joy, in sorrow - is harsh,
Russia - the world no more words!
More and more beautiful tsvetosh from year to year,
Your accomplishments are a century.

And glory to you, the cradle of liberty,
Sing with inspiration, my fatherland!