Текст песни Евгения Марасанова - Дорогая сердцу земля

There would be no Russia,
It wouldn’t have been me.
You are my hope.
You are my destiny.
From Siberian cedars to steppe latitudes.
From the Kuban fields to Kamchatka waters.
The song of the Russian nightingale is spreading over Russia.
The edge is birch, the edge is rowan,
Land dear to the heart.
Blossom, live, pleasing your heart.
One thing I ask GOD,
To save this rainbow from troubles.
This proud beauty.
The field smells of mint
And in the woods, dope.
There is fog behind the slope.
A voiced she-girl is crying and ringing
As if Yesenin himself is stirring up the soul.
May the clouds not part over you
Let the eyes be sad
But the motive is alive
Light Russian song,
Delicate and simple.
I live, I believe in your earthly fire.