Текст песни Купола России - плюс

What are Russia held her in his dreams,
What is stored in the protected snow,
What ever you did opoila
Scarlet Ptah spring, roadside grass,
I'll fall at your feet.

The domes, cupolas, domes
And above them slanting rain,
Fill the bell,
It is the voice of my Russian

My Russia, you woke up with grief,
Through the fire and passed through the water,
Nothing you have not touched,
The same seven feet at the shoulders, the same tenderness in the eyes,
Only the face of the sun burned.

Recitative
About Russ raspberry field
And Blue fallen into the river
I love to joy to pain
Your special anguish
Cold sorrow can not be measured
You're on a misty shore
But do not love you, do not believe
I can not learn.

The domes, cupolas, domes
And above them slanting rain,
Fill the bell,
It is the voice of my Russian