Текст песни Алена Стихарева - Матушка-Россия

When the baby saw the world for the first time,
I learned about what it means to love my mother
His chest pressed to Mother Russia
And led the path uncut meadows

Gave to drink warm milk, fed bread
Ringing wake white stone churches
And under her bottomless clear sky
He caresses my ears ringing Russian nightingale

Pr-in: Oh, my Russia, how beautiful you!
How sweet is your wind on the vast fields!
Oh, my Russia, vasilechkom blue
Warming my soul, look at me

He laughed ringing silver waterfall,
From the Field of flowers are woven wreaths me
And she danced poplar leaf fall
And a bright rainbow laughed at the river

But on a hot day in the shade shy of birch
I hummed a cool stream tremulous
And in the hour when weaving linen braids
We flew to the south flock of white cranes

Pr-c.