Текст песни Елена Минина - Берёзовый край.

Your sadness tunes familiar from the cradle,
How to light the voice of my mother,
And is not it in all the land dearer
And songs are no more expensive and miles.

They often heard ringing spring thaw,
Sometimes sad klёkot cranes
Sometimes raging snowstorms,
Changing with a riot of green fields.

You, my Russia, my birch edge
In each heart of your mother's tenderness,
And in the distance from you I am with you, and know,
There is not land you kin.

Swaying, noisy ears of grain in the field,
And semitsvete rainbow above it,
And your blue lake under a blue sky,
And yet your name is called.

Ash fire sunsets and sunrises,
Boundless sparkling snow.
Warm your soul is my warm up,
You heart is infinitely expensive.

You, my Russia, my birch edge
In each heart of your mother's tenderness,
And in the distance from you I am with you, and know,
There is not land you kin.