Текст песни Вика Цыганова - Родимый край

Paris, New York, Ottawa and Harbin -
Across the earth fate has scattered us
We do not have to swallow the bitter Russian smoke
His hard way we can not pass from the beginning
Now in Russia there is a big snow
And the willow bend along the frozen Volga
And nostalgia makes us sleep
And these days so dreary and debts

Loved native land is my home
How sad I live without you
Dear one edge of my children's sleep
You see I have hardly

Paris, New York, Ottawa and Harbin -
There are so many Russian restaurants
Under the balalaika and drink, we are sad
And even in our lonely Christmas
We often dream white winter
Rowan bunch, Epiphany frosts
And it seems that we will descend with the mind
When noisy Canadian birch

Loved native land is my home
How sad I live without you
Dear one edge of my children's sleep
You see I have hardly

Loved native land is my home
How sad I live without you
Dear one edge of my children's sleep
You see I have hardly