Текст песни Валентина Бирюкова - Песня вольная

Oh, my valley dolny,
You’re my song, a free song,
Flew into the distance a pigeon
I was entangled with sadness-fate.

Oh you my lonely life
Black-browed, black-eyed.
I am alone amidst free will
I embrace Russia with all my soul.

I embrace immense Russia
I will salt irretrievably
I’ll fall into Russia with a small grain,
I will sprout, I will break through again to the sun.

And spread the branches free
And good people will find a shadow there,
Let them hide, call upon God
The Lord Christ will be given glory.

Oh, you are my Russia, free will,
You are painfully sick, my beauty
You grow your seeds in yourself
So that Russia shines with the sunshine of the world ...