Текст песни Валентина Толкунова - Родная сторонушка

Music author: Yuri Zatsarny
Poetry author: Dmitry Antipov

Autumn turned into curly heather,
Farewell bird chime is heard
The quiet voice of the forest rushes from afar
Resounding and drawn-out, like a distant groan.

Dreamlike autumn of the slumbering forest
She burned my soul with maples, birch;
Red rowan trees stirred childhood
As if my youth had come to me again.

Smoke blue distances
The yellow haystacks scattered in a flock.
If you knew, if you only knew
As a side this is dear to the heart!

Autumn has turned into curly heather,
The farewell bird chime rang out,
For a long time the sweet voice of the forest dies down,
Resounding and drawn-out, like a distant groan ...

Year of the first performance by Valentina Tolkunova: 1975