Текст песни Реанимация - Полюшко

I will go out into the field, open my heart
For the native steppes that call me into the distance.
I drink plenty of will from the wide-field,
It will not be enough for me, oh yes I will roam.

Mounds groan in white fog -
They remember the glorious battles of the forgotten days.
Where there is expanse, pole-field
They fought for their freedom, fought on their land.

Somewhere far away the song is made to the winds,
Begging glances direct upward.
Somewhere far away they sing odes to the seas,
And I will bow to Mother Earth.

Somewhere far away the song is made to the winds,
Begging glances direct upward.
Somewhere far away they sing odes to the seas,
And I will bow to Mother Earth.