Текст песни mk5.45 - Моя земля

My cradle, Russia,
In it my love and power
Immense like beautiful
How many grief how many troubles
I wore my land
How many values ​​give birth to the sons.
Fear on the enemy by the fathers proved.
I remember the roots,
There will be home heroes,
No simple shares of us.
On his knees only before God
What does the people lead? Narrow road,
Faith, honor, shower wide.
At night prayer,
I could not sleep for a long time
Dream Dream
Beauty in zloty fields walked,
Said a lot of lucky
Heavy cross carried
My story is great
But alive, and I live.
Asked how to call you?
"Russia · Ukraine · Belarus,
Well, the people call me the Holy Rus. "

What are you, raven, do you fly?
God sees that I'm still alive.
What are you, klyat, you will dare to Russia?
Spirit mogly, you are not afraid.