Текст песни на стихи В.И. Фирсова музыка Е.Чернигиной - дом родной...

What happiness
Have a home,
Have a well with the depth of the earth.
What happiness
To capture the world
Granted by the father's side.

What happiness
To capture the world
Granted by the father's side.

To capture
Green willow smoke
And steam
Over freshly baked bread
And depth
Open barn
With the milky spirit of hay and spring.

And depth
Open barn
With the milky spirit of hay and spring.


To capture
The warmth in the empty hallway
Guys,
Which puddles are not a hindrance
And a man
What thinks how to go
Either on a cart
Whether on a sleigh.

And a man
What thinks how to go
Either on a cart
Whether on a sleigh.

In the spring
Pulls into the fatherland,
Besides, I was born at the end of April,
When the water subsided
The birds were singing
Every single one
Except the nightingale.

When the water subsided
The birds were singing
Every single one
Except the nightingale.

I look in a new way every time
For what he lived
And than I live from now on
Yet more than the earth
Shrines
I cannot find it in this world.

Yet more than the earth
Shrines
I cannot find it in this world.

It would seem,
The earth is the same everywhere
But pulls to the one
Arising from the threshold
Where are they waiting for me
They grieve a little
Especially when spring is coming.

Where are they waiting for me
They grieve a little
Especially when spring is coming.

What happiness
Have a homeland
Where there is no life without affection and greetings,
Where did I enter
In the fortieth summer
Having managed to capture the spring forever!