Текст песни Русские Военные Марши - Тоска по Родине

In a foreign land far I'm sad
As my beloved homeland,
Everywhere looking for the beauty of it,
About her unbearable longing.

I always her nesus showers
I live for her memory,
Return to the edge of my favorite
I am waiting for a hot hope.

I nice expanse of native fields,
Woods brooding outfit
Meadows heady aroma,
And the distance boundless steppes

I love my Russian coast
And the surface of the diamond snow,
I love early spring
Listen to the murmur of streams.

Oh, if I had wings,
The native would be the edge I flew,
There, where the heart of all the cute,
Everyone is so encouraging and warm.

Alas, I have to be away
From the road, the native land,
Only there I'm just not a stranger,
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