Текст песни тема родины - Сергей Есенин Гой, ты Русь моя родная

Goy you , Russ , my dear ,
Hut - vestments in the way of ...
Do not see the end and edge -
Only blue eyes sucks .

As Zakhozhiy pilgrim ,
I look at your field .
And dwarf Okolitsa
Call languish poplar .

It smells of apples and honey
According to the churches of your meek ​​Savior .
And abuzz over Korogod
On the meadows merry dance.

I will go for mint stitch
On the expanse of green Leh ,
I meet as earrings ,
Bell girlish laughter .

If you yell holy army :
" Kin you Russ , live in paradise ! "
I say : " Do not be paradise ,
Give my homeland . "