Текст песни Тепляков Алексей Борисович - родился я над русскою рекой

I was born on the Russian River,
All Russian - the fate of the soul and the body.
Eternal grief native land
Birch tale I sang.

Who am i? birch escape
The white trunk of my Russian,
Her purple rain and snow white,
Its flower, her eyes alive.

I love her from dozing hills
Until puddles to tiny insects,
From sonorous pines and oaks gray
Before innocently gentle chamomile.

Exhausted tramping boots,
Deafened by gunfire and mat
It is a treasure at the feet,
In the throes of giving birth to wonderful sunsets.

She is still alive and wants to live,
It can not hurt anybody
And only he asks - "Learn to love"
And begs - "Stop hating."

She is good-natured and forgiving all
And I, inveterate sinner from birth,
I beg her forgiveness for those
Who, having lived a life, I did not ask for forgiveness.