| You are painfully tender evenings sadness.
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| My sadness is boundless, wounded distance.
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| In the silence of the birch tree in the innermost hour
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| You baptized us with well silver.
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| You baptized us with well silver.
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| You are such a sinner with holy faith.
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| Now you look like a bride, then you are silent like a widow.
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| Under the melting snow, the track is crying.
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| Rest tired, my Motherland.
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| Rest, my weary motherland.
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| In the tears of the fields, in the crosses of the churches
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| Hope, love and strength live.
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| Keep you from black days my Russia,
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| Russia, Russia. |
| My Russia, Russia, Russia.
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| You yourself did not know what was stronger in you.
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| Harnessed slowly, drove the horses.
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| Something too scarlet over the country dawn.
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| Rest tired, my Motherland.
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| Rest, my weary motherland.
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| In the tears of the fields, in the crosses of the churches
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| Hope, love and strength live.
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| Keep you from black days my Russia,
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| Russia, Russia. |
| My Russia, Russia, Russia.
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| Keep you from black days my Russia,
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| Russia, Russia. |
| My Russia, Russia, Russia. |