22 lines
601 B
Plaintext
22 lines
601 B
Plaintext
How high
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How high above us our sky!
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Beloved homeland lie beneath the edge.
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Blooming meadows, rustling corn ears -
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And raising my country for us!
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And do not embrace, and not cast a glance
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Wheat fields, villages, towns,
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And our rivers not vymeryat depth
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Do not count on pasture herd!
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And even he sings about our sky,
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Who is our motherland roads did not come,
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Who ever under the sun was not,
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But his light on the songs loved!
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And if someone touches our Fatherland,
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Then our courage and all the love his
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We will give the country that will not let down
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And do not give up their banners in battle! 1938 |