Текст песни Тепляков Алексей Борисович - родился я над русскою рекой

I was born on the Russian River,
All Russian - the fate of the soul and the body.
Eternal grief native land
Birch tale I sang.

Who am i? Birch Escape
The white trunk of my Russian,
Her purple rain and snow white,
Her flower, her eyes alive.

I love her, dozing on the hills
Before pools to tiny insects,
From voiced pines and oaks gray
Before innocently gentle chamomile.

Exhausted tramping boots
Deafened by gunfire and mat
It lies at the feet of the treasure,
In the throes of giving birth to marvelous sunsets.

She is still alive and wants to live,
It can not hurt anybody
And only he asks - "Learn to love"
And beg - "Stop hating."

She good-naturedly and forgives all,
And I, inveterate sinner from birth,
I beg her forgiveness for those
Who lives lived, I did not ask for forgiveness.