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About Homeland sing a song
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On the ground, a lot of countries,
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Where the golden sunrise over the mountains of white stands.
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And anyone who loves cute edge of his own,
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He has about him in the songs sings.
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Rushing rivers and fast sea roar,
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Palms rustle golden night.
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Wherever in the world you may have been, wherever went,
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A man without a country - like an eagle without wings.
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On the ground, a lot of countries, but we always mile
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Side, where he was born and grew up:
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Noise dense taiga and the expanse of fields,
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The quiet rustling of curly birch ...
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Homeland favorite, best in the world there!
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Crane's Crying, white apple color.
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All that love from an early age, we are inviting relatives.
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We, like happiness, fold the edge of the road and the house.
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And where would the fate or leave me
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All the soul of the fatherland sad
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All I dream a dream edge of the road
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At the heart of the Russian song sounds
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River fleeting rolling, ringing,
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You are forever eternal in my heart!
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Dear to us since childhood voluntary edge
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Soviet side, my native land! 1957 |