Текст песни Ольга Зорина - Россиюшка

Early in the morning I'll run away to the field,
And a wreath of chamomile weaving,
And at the crossroads of two roads
I will choose one road.

Chorus. It's you, my Russian girl,
You fill your heart with kindness.
Here is the primordially Russian land!
What's the beauty of yours?
What compares to the gold in the fields
What compares to pure dew?
You are my only Russia,
And nowhere else can I find another.

Silk grass in the meadows
They will give me their little hands
And breathing in the scent of life,
I wash myself with dew in silence.

Chorus. It's you, my Russian girl,
You fill your heart with kindness.
Here is the primordially Russian land!
What's the beauty of yours?
I will dissolve in you, Russia,
After all, you are not dearer in the world,
And I will plunge into your breath,
And the dawn will sing about something.