Текст песни Влад Канашин - Из чужого края

1) from another region,
Where the wandering soul,
Listen to the call, getting up:
My son! My son!

Chorus:
Processions, the wanderer, the edge of his own,
to the motherland!
You wandered so far away,
Go home!

2) Because of the country's starving
In the house come home
In the joy of the free -
My son! My son!

3) Drop the way sinful will!
You break up fight
And exhausted from pain;
My son! My son!

4) You have no ban
Wide the door - you are my!
My eyes full of hi;
My son! My son!

5) You have wandered far
But come home
Cleanse the dirt of vice,
My son! My son!

6) Look at the pile
Blessings to you!
Light, abundance everywhere
My son! My son!

7) Revive in hope!
The gift of love saint
Close, as before,
My son! My son!

(Song of the Renaissance №374)