Текст песни Донское Сияние - Край ты наш, привольный

You’re our free land, Donskoy’s land is divided
Songs have been written about you forever.
Let them fly over the steppe, illuminated by the sun,
Under the hoofed ringing to the heart of the Cossack!

From Khopr to Don, dense rye spreads,
Trills of bird voices do not stop.
The gray feathers bent low,
Remembering the fallen grandfathers and fathers.

Let us remember holy who died for the truth,
For the Cossack will, Orthodox Don.
And the images of heroes stand before us
From the novel by Sholokhov "Quiet Don"!

You are our beloved land, we are proud of you
And with sonly tenderness I send you a bow.
Let the villages bloom
And the bell rings over the steppe!