Текст песни Любовь и Виктор Анисимовы - Родимый дом

In childhood, I often loved
Among the herbs somewhere to get lost
And with meadow grass, as with living spoken
And he tried to admit something to her.
I have traveled a lot in life
Everything in the world happened to me
And when I got tired of worries and worries
The native steppe hugged me.

Mother treated me to fresh milk
Soft bread and an affectionate word.
And I fell asleep to the song easily
Better not have a birthplace.

Silver roads away
The evening light in the windows flickers
The grasses of the native land rise
Which we have been walking since childhood.
I see the mown meadow again
Where my herbs turn green
After winter blizzards, blizzards and blizzards
They will warm the heart with comfort