Текст песни святые - Край наш родниковый

The edge is our spring,
Satellite
Ancient you and new!
Wonder you in the ages!

Kray native and cute,
Yes, prayer is flying
With a wedge crane
For you always.

Chorus: We come from this land.
Here the roots intertwined
All - former and future after us
The edge where the Golden Itatmas blooms.

Here under the star sky
Niva perfect
Fragrant bread
Smells on earth.
But let it be more often in the heart
Pain will respond
Someone's crude suicide
Summary in darkness.

Chorus:

Let the sickle on the field!
Sickle - there is God's Word,
To all the Lord
At one time to squeeze.

So that when it comes
Hour climb into the sky.
Joy in view
We were able to say:

Chorus: We come from the heavenly country!
There is an edge of unearthly beauty!
There - justice, there is no pain and tears.
There - the king and the Lord - our Christ!

sl. Elena Merzlyakova
MUZ. Nadezhda Piguzov