Текст песни Донское сяиние - Родная станица

Native village

You are a beautiful dear village
How I love the dawn over you
When the sun was red earlier
Quietly rises over the sleepy river

Fishermen's multicolored boats
Lurking in the steep banks
And the fog with a hasty gait
Threw the dew in the blue meadows

Here was once a famous countryman
And the great writer walked
Was simple and open for people
At the dawn he loved to go fishing

You Donshchina - dear mother
There is no dearer than you and silt
And don-father carries his waters
Through the endless expanses of the steppes.