Текст песни 46-Ромашковая Русь - 46-Ромашковая Русь

DOMESTIC RUSSIA

Words by M. Plyaikovsky Music by Y. Chichkov

White mists float over the lace of oak groves,
And the infusion of honey herbs seems special.
How sweet is the air of the Motherland! I breathe, I won't breathe ...
And the chamomile Rus is reflected in the river.

Tits are happy to meet the dawn sunrise with songs.
And again in the grove the birch trees are circling.
A rainbow is burning in the middle of the sky, I wonder, I won’t.
Auknu, and chamomile Russia will respond.

Wherever you look, crystal dew glows.
There are miracles in the raspberries, in the hazels of all fairy tales.
I look at these distant distances, I won't see enough ...
On all four sides, chamomile Russia.

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