przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/In_the_land_of_our_roots.txt
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In the land of our roots
In truth, our land, the land of our roots,
And the power of the shoulders - from meadows and fields.
Land and clothe, and feed the earth,
You only himself to her no pity.
Under the sky clear and blue,
Earth - like a dream come true.
Chorus (2p):
Call me daughter,
Call me a son,
And I'll call her mother since childhood.
Land prettier, greeting each other.
Land for the enemy - as the fire is hot.
And it often happens that Plowshares
Zadenut when plowing a piece of sword.
Dewdrops sparkling diamonds,
And the stars are falling on the grass ...
Chorus.
On the cornfields and arable beautiful people,
They plucked from the land of beauty,
And if you land with all my heart not to love,
Love this is not worthy of you.
Under the sun of Soviet Russia
On the proud land I live.
Chorus.