Текст песни Жанна Колмагорова - Россия

I was born not casual in this land,
On the ground, under the name of the great Russian.
And I'm running barefoot on pure dew,
In the fields of cornflowers surprisingly blue.

 Chorus: Russia, Russian, keep your strength,
                Multiply their strength for ever and ever.
                Russia, Russia, strong and beautiful,
                I feel the tenderness of your springs.

Domes your temples - the holy of holies.
I feel about pride, joy foresee.
And it spilled on the ground light golden crosses.
You were Russia - Russia you to stay.

 Chorus: Russia, Russian, keep your strength,
                Multiply their strength for ever and ever.
                Russia, Russia, strong and beautiful,
                I feel the tenderness of your springs.

Coda: Russia, Russia! Russia, Russia!
                Be persistent and strong forever.
                Holy Russia ...