Текст песни Илья Лазуко - Песня соловьиная

Oh, may it live for centuries
Nightingale song
Oh, let it live in hearts
The song is so familiar.

Answer, birch cry,
Answer me, oak tree,
In the Russian field, the zych is not the zych,
The grass turns green.

I'll take my beloved
For a tender palm
Sing for her alone
Seven-color song.

Will speak with heart
Both the moon and the sun,
And sprout with love
Difficult grain.

I will go out into the field, into the Russian valley,
I will sing a song -
This song is not a reproach
And about love and Vesta.

My Russia, you are wide
And high up to the stars
I love you so much,
Dear, blue-eyed!
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From the book of A. Savrasov "The Magi of Russia" of the series "Knowledge of the Primary Origins", happy-world-primary sources.rf