Текст песни Андрей - Русь.

I'm tired of living in my native land
In longing for buckwheat open spaces,
I will leave my hut
I'll go a tramp and a thief

I'll walk the white curls of the day
Search for wretched housing
A beloved friend on me
Sharpen the knife on the bootleg

Spring and sun in the meadow
The yellow road is entwined
And the one whose name is shore,
Will drive me away from the threshold!

And again I will return to my father’s house,
I am comforting someone else's joy
On a green evening under the window
I will hang myself on my sleeve

Gray willow at wattle
Tend your heads tighter
And the unwashed me
Under the dog barking will be buried

A month will sail and swim
Drop oars on the lakes
And Russia will still live,
Walk and cry under the fence.