Текст песни Тёплая трасса - Любимая 3

So sing our Lyra , the eighth wonder of the world ,
My favorite , faithful, you warm up ,
You are warmed by the sun , my gold ,
The soul of my dear country .
Prayers, tears , such affairs ,
The wide-open world freedom over us
Steady my heart as the eternal flame,
As the memory , faith , as you will.