our region


The birch, the rowan,
Bush willow above the river:
Native land, forever loved,
Where you can find more like this?

From high seas to the mountains,
In the midst of native latitudes,
All the running, running road,
And they call ahead.

Sun-filled valleys,
And no matter where you cast a glance,
Native land, forever loved,
All blooms as spring garden.

our golden childhood
Brighter with each passing day,
Under a lucky star
We live in a land of their own. 1950