Текст песни Геннадий Заволокин - Ясноглазая Русь

Among the rivers of blue, blue, where there is earth in the birches,
Russia whispers to Serda: "It's me, it's me!"
Where you can't hide your heads from the drunken wind
In the sounds of the Russian word, in the sounds of the Russian word
Bitter herb taste.

Mother's voice, father's house, lilac color under the window.
The sun is in the sky, a good horse, Russian songs, and an accordion.

Spring power from the taiga wilderness
Heaven turned the joy of the Russian soul
I only confess my strongest love to you
You are the land of my ancestors, you are the land of my ancestors,
Clear-eyed Russia.

I want the dawn to rise over Russia,
The cornfield generously fed and grew up sons.
And you can't hide your head from the drunken wind.
In the sounds of the Russian word, in the sounds of the Russian word,
Bitter herb taste.