Текст песни Анатолий Иванов - Милая Русь

Words - Nadezhda Stefanova
/ Song version of the text - A. Ivanov.
Music - A. Ivanov. /

Pretty Rus, our Russia Zlatamovaya,
You are fertile, you are the mastery.
You are an eyeure, you are endless,
Cute Mother Rus.

Here are good traditions,
Anyone and the guest, and the wanderer is glad.
And regained rye home bee
The wicket is fragmented by the native.

Life calmly flows along the roots
Aged gray topoles,
What are planted in youth
The wicket is fragmented by the native.

Pretty Rus, our Russia Zlatamovaya,
You are fertile, you are the mastery.
You are an eyeure, you are endless,
Cute Mother Rus.

Here is love and hearth, and comfort.
Lullaby classes Tkut.
In soft herbs there are fragrant peace
The wicket is fragmented by the native.

On the table near the Russian oven
Blowing a yellow candle bouton,
And the holy font will sew the Ice
The wicket is fragmented by the native.

Pretty Rus, our Russia Zlatamovaya,
You are fertile, you are the mastery.
You are an eyeure, you are endless,
Cute Mother Rus.