Текст песни Виктория Черенцова - Родина

Golden domes of churches over the river,
Strawberries ripe with fresh milk,
I'm running on the sloping grass and on me
Blue sky high.
I'm still a girl about five years old, and my joy is singing
And my happiness is flying.

Old wives' tales about love and courage,
Where are the good and the true white light cherish.
Grandfathers medals in Berlin and Prague,
And spring fireworks ...
I know that together we are a nation
And my joy and my happiness flies sings.

It's all mine, dear, it's somewhere in the depths,
It is the most sacred thing left in me.
It stores and treats us as the Lord's grace,
This is something that does not buy and take away.

Time will pass on indifferent County,
Deleting home address for me
We learn and profit calculation,
But in one another stop to see the sky.
And when I become seriously
Again I tell myself all the time on the evil ..

It's all mine, dear, it's somewhere in the depths,
It is the most sacred thing left in me.
It stores and treats us as the Lord's grace,
This is something that does not buy and take away.