Текст песни Хор Турецкого - Полонез Огинского

Song flies like a bird into the distance,
 Because somewhere out there in the silence of the forest,
 Standing at the blue river, sweet home,
 Where waiting for me beloved and faithful.
 Where is my quiet berth
 And in the evening in the garden of the house
 Hear only the sounds of the polonaise ...

 Sleep at night is, is to distant shores
 My love. And there, everything is so thoughtfully and quietly,
 Only wave, and only light clouds
 And we are with you hand in hand ...

 There, on the hill - high temple
 To him I was a kid ran himself
 Loved the look in his eyes on the holy images,
 And the angels, flying, smiling in white domes
 And heard under the arches of the enchanting sounds Blagovest ...

 God save me from the edge of misery and hardships Save
 Do not let me forget, do not let
 Where are we going and where were
 And from the plow and from the ground
 And from the meadows and the river
 And from the forests of oak and,
 And of flowering herbs ripe
 It must return to its roots
 By the salvation of the soul must return ...

 Song flies like a bird into the distance,
 Because somewhere out there in the silence of the forest,
 Standing at the blue river, sweet home,
 Where waiting for me beloved and faithful.
 Where is my quiet berth
 And in the evening in the garden of the house
 Hear only the sounds of the polonaise ...