Текст песни Вячеслав Тюльканов - Россия моя

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Icon, before her an old gray-haired woman
Church candles burn all around illuminating
And this divine temple, birches, wildflowers,
All this we tenderly call Russia
Prip:
My Russia, golden domes
Russia is my amazing land
Russia is my blue sky
Birch Birch Paradise
Birch paradise
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The country where your border is far beyond the forests
The land has suffered and was completely washed with tears of the village and the huts are so painfully dear.
All this we tenderly call Russia
Prip:
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