Текст песни Есенин, С.А. - Гой ты, Русь моя родная

Goy you , Russ , my dear ,
Hut - in robes image ...
Do not see the end and edge -
Only blue eyes sucks .

As Zakhozhiy pilgrim
I look at your field .
And the dwarf Okolitsa
Call wither poplar .

It smells of apples and honey
In your churches meek ​​Savior .
And the buzzing of Korogod
In the meadows merry dance.

I will go for mint stitch
On the expanse of green Leh
I meet as earrings,
Bell girlish laughter .

If you yell holy army :
& quot; Throw you Russ , live in paradise ! & quot;
I say : & quot; Do not paradise ,
Give my home & quot ;.