Текст песни Марина Стрельцова - В берёзовой стране

If you ask me - & quot; who are you? & Quot; -
I am happy to answer - and have the right to:
I'm from the same country in the world,
Where every day the Lord holiday.

Chorus:
There's a cat guest namyvaet,
A grandmother in an old boots to the temple in a hurry,
And the sun boys laugh
On the bench.
There's a shirt crumbs of bread,
It smells like mushrooms in the hall,
And the sky is that even birch
Sometimes dropping happy tears.

There Immaculate Mother gives portents
And thousands of years cover spreads
There's even the dust on the roads
As Russian profit like a saint.

Chorus.

Let someone insists that Russian happiness
It looks like a delicate flower, and not more -
I am born of the earth and sky lawfully married
For the Russian box.

For every grain in the ear ripe,
For each leaf on birch favorite,
For every candle that Russian palm
Happy that is invincible.