Текст песни Мелодия - Фон для стихотворения

HOMELAND

I love my motherland, but strange love!
     I do not win it my sanity.
          Neither fame, bought with blood,
Neither the full confidence proud rest,
Neither the dark antiques cherished legends
Do not move in I am pleased dreams
     But I love - for what, I do not know myself -
     Her cold steppes of silence,
     Her boundless forests quivering,
Spills of its rivers similar to the seas;
Country by love to ride in the cart
And slow piercing eyes night shadow
To meet the sides, sighing about the inn,
Shivering lights sad villages.
          I like to smoke scorched stubble,
          At the steppes nochuyuschy train
          And on the hill amid the yellow cornfields
          Chet whitened birch.
          With joy, unknown to many,
          I see a full barn,
          Hut, covered with straw,
          With carved window shutters;
          And in celebration, dewy evening,
          Watch until midnight ready
          On the dance with the stamping and whistling
          Under the voices of drunken peasants.