Текст песни Песня о родном крае - Что Может Быть Лучше России

What could be better than Russia
Bird cherry blossoms in snow
And the river that blue ribbon
It lies on a green meadow
Ask Spring Grove
Where night sleeps Nightingale
What could be better than Russia
The only song my

What could be better than Russia
When, do not be sad about anybody,
On the edge of the dewy morning
The boy ran barefoot.
Ask the white birch,
In the clear blue sky above it,
What could be better than Russia,
I love my boundless.

What could be better than Russia,
When the September wind
The crimson paint aspen
Drops leaves in the morning.
Ask clouds in the heavenly places,
At the ripe yellow fields
What could be better than Russia,
Fatherland my darling.

What could be better than Russia,
When in January at night
Above the plain white winter
Chilled stars are silent.
Ask about it at home,
Where the mother is always waiting for the sons,
What could be better than Russia,
Fate and my hope.

Ask about it at home,
Where the mother is always waiting for the sons,
What could be better than Russia,
Fate and my hope.