Текст песни Славянка - Русь моя

My Russia is white birch trees,
Light dew from the fog
My Russia is the mother of sad icons,
I hear your wedding chorus

Why are you crows crazy?
Seen blood again wanted.
Would live, because choke!
You would have croaked so you don’t sing

Flap your wings over me
Gathering unclean power in a circle.
Do not call me, do not lure -
I am for Mother, for the Most Pure!

My Russia is white birch trees,
Light dew from the fog
My Russia is the mother of sad icons,
I hear your wedding chorus

Proud old raven walks in the forest
Eyes are small, little black thoughts
Wings set as if fashionable.
Petty wants to attack Russia!

And thunderstorms are gathering over Rossyushka
And the people are rebelling, not content
And in heaven then, as it usually happens,
Cheren Raven fights with Dove!

My Russia is white birch trees,
Light dew from the fog
My Russia is the mother of sad icons,
I hear your Easter chorus!