Текст песни Игорь Дергоусов - Русь - нежнее нежности

Again, the field empty, golden grove,
Redhead watercolor flaming forest,
Herbs all sad and lovely birch,
Fall opened the heavens depth.

Infinitely roads are dear to me freely,
And the oak trail and mountain ash color,
Dali all Razdolnoe and spacious meadows,
Russia - a gentle tenderness, you are no more.

Above the plain Russian, rainbow shines
By the horizon stretches a flock of clouds,
Under the rays of the sun, autumn burns,
And in the distance shining gold domes.

The heart stops. The soul sink,
Echo returned by the cries of cranes,
Indian summer melts. Timidly fall,
My feet to rustle, poplar leaves.