Текст песни Игорь Наджиев - В русском сердце

Nightingales are not only in Russia
There are birches in the overseas lands
And the rains are pouring slanting
Is it only in Russian fields ?!
But from home away from home
If I hear familiar speech
What makes me want so much again
Oceans, seas to cross.

No matter how long fate takes
Far from my own porch
Russia lives in the Russian heart
From birth to the end.

I'd be in time for a drunken feast
With the soulfulness of songs in the night
So that the soul, by freezing in freedom
Warmed up by the Russian stove
I would again in the middle of July summer
Run through the dew, at dawn
And a homeless colored dog
To caress in your yard

No matter how long fate takes
Far from my own porch
Russia lives in the Russian heart
From birth to the end.

Somewhere there is a dome on the churchyard
And the path to the dusty highway
Brought me into distant guests
There is no way to return home.

No matter how long fate takes
Far from my own porch
Russia lives in the Russian heart
From birth to the end.