Текст песни Елена и Александр Михайловы - Русь

Under the great tent of blue skies
I see: the distance of the steppes is turning green,
And the paths lie in all directions
Rivers roll across the steppes to the seas.

This is you mine, sovereign Russia,
My Motherland is Orthodox!
You are wide, Russia, on the face of the earth
It unfolded in regal beauty.

Do you have any heroic strength,
Old saints of high-profile exploits ?!
Do you have the treasury in reserve
For friends - a table, a sword - to an enemy ?!

Already there is something for that, mighty Russia,
To love you, to call you a mother.
To stand up for your honor against enemies,
For you in need to lay down your head.