Текст песни 164.Андрей Бандера - Поля России

Golden domes of white stone churches
Bow down to you to the ground until raw
Sing me a Russian nightingale about your saint country
Warm up my soul.
I will run away from the hustle and bustle into the birch distance
And in the depths of heaven I will dissolve
May dreams not come true, yet I will pray to God
I mean that you become eternal.

May dreams not come true, yet I will pray to God
I mean that you become eternal

Chorus:
And the birds will return blue
From far afar
To the green fields of Russia
Curly and clear
They will bring her happiness
On the wings of their mighty
Will scatter bad weather over her
And storm clouds
Will scatter bad weather over her
And clouds.

I will not grieve over a difficult fate
Just kneeling at the icons
I can't hold back the belated quiet moan
Before this unearthly beauty
Ah, my soul, my soul is all in boils and ashes
Don't be ashamed to brush a tear off your cheek
You see a cloud in the water and a birch by the river
It is for them that we live on earth.

You see a cloud in the water and a birch by the river
It is for them that we live on earth.