Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Как не любить мне эту землю

How not to love me this land,
Where I have been given to live his life,
And the blue and the green,
And the secret trail in the rye!

I feel good in your expanse,
My love, my land.
Peasant Woman in Russian hands
Spring nursed you.

How not to love me the arable land,
What battle blood burned,
How can I forget the truth of the fallen
The peasants of our village!

The land under the rain you mokla,
Through the storm and was revived.
Tell me, if I could do anything,
That you could love me?

When I fall for you,
In severe your tenderness,
In your warm, I recollect
The palms of my mother.

How not to love me this land! ..