Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Родина

Golden domes of churches over the river
Strawberries are ripe with fresh milk
I run to cut grass , and over me
Blue sky high

I have a boy of about five
And the joy of my singing and my happiness flies

Old wives' tale about love and courage
Where good and true white light cherish
Grandfathers medals in Berlin and Prague
And spring fireworks

I know that together we the people
And my happiness and my joy is flying sings

Chorus:
It's all my dear it's somewhere in the depths of
This is the most sacred that remains in me
It stores and treats us as the Lord's grace
This is something that does not buy and do not take
 
Time will pass on indifferent District
Deleting my native address
We learn and profit calculation , but in each other
Stop to see the heavens

And when I would be hard
Again I tell myself all times spite

Chorus:
It's all my dear it's somewhere in the depths of
This is the most sacred that remains in me
It stores and treats us as the Lord's grace
This is something that does not buy and do not take