Текст песни Ю. Чичков, К. Ибряева - Здравствуй, Родина моя

In the morning the sun gets up,
He calls everyone to the street.
I go out of the house I:
"Hello, my street!"

I sing, and in the embroidery
Sing the birds to me.
Herbs whispering to me on the way:
"You are more, a friend, grow."

I answer herbs I,
I answer the winds I,
I answer the sun I:
"Hello, my homeland!"