Текст песни Александр Холмогоров - Русь - молитву свою

Rus prayer we ascribe its up to the sky

Sl. and music AK Kholmogorova
 
Rus prayer we ascribe its up to the sky,
leaving the bottom of the hills and plains of the crosses.
Neck cross in the chest, and the grave,
as if the lot,
My Russia, die from delight your beauty.
 
Nope faith barriers, and the river embraces the plain,
if your heart right with the clouds of heaven drinks.
Beach is quiet, the beach even from the sky and clay.
into the clay, and I'm gone, she saw in front of the image.
 
Just me and the Lord, and the river rushes past too,
leaving only one immense thought in mind:
I will pass through the land quietly and irreversibly,
cross left at the bottom, was taken up with the homeland.