Текст песни Золотое Кольцо - Сохрани, Земля

How are you, fate is fickle ,
On the morning of laughter , tears in the evening,
Dust burnt grass wind blows away,
Light does not repay the land of my night.

Chorus:
Save the earth , a dream of their children,
Grow grain, black smoke developed
Save the Earth , the cradle of love
Through the mist of centuries into a new day dawn .

At the dawn of clearer boundless expanse ,
In the silence of more distinct sweet song ,
I do not know where happiness hides ,
And I laugh , not cry.

Chorus .