2017.08.12.
I look into the blue lake
I look into the blue lake, I pick up camomiles in the fieldI call you Russia, I call you my only one
Ask me, ask me again
There is no other land more beautiful to me
Here I was given a Russian name once
I look into the blue lake, I pick up camomiles in the field
I call you Russia, I call you my only one
I can't think of a greater happiness
Than to share the path of life with you
To be sad with you, my land and to celebrate with you
The years and troubles couldn't change your beauty
You were always proud of your Ivans and Marias
Not every hero came back home
Someone is alive, someone is killed
But their fame belongs to you
The years and troubles couldn't change your beauty
You were always proud of your Ivans and Marias
I can't think of a greater happiness
Than to share the path of life with you
To be sad with you, my land and to celebrate with you