| How many roads have I traveled
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| In a difficult separation from you,
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| And suddenly I understood you, Motherland,
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| I understood you at this fateful hour.
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| Your soul, like mine, is covered in abrasions,
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| And the people suffer again.
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| And no new road has been found,
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| And the old one leads to the abyss!
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| Russia! |
| I believe in your strength
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| You will know where is the truth and where is the lie,
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| Russia, our day will come, Russia,
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| And you will gain holy wings.
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| You knew the holy fools,
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| Endured tyrants and leaders,
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| You stand before me, my Motherland,
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| Let naked, but without chains!
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| Let black nights sink into the mists,
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| You will illuminate people with light,
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| Rise, young and proud,
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| And you will illuminate this world again!
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| Russia! |
| I believe in your strength
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| You will know where is the truth and where is the lie,
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| Russia, the day will come, Russia,
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| And you will gain holy wings.
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| Russia, the day will come, Russia,
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| And you will gain holy wings.
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| What is this pain and grief for?
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| Why so much grief and trouble?
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| I'm proud of your men!
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| And there are no kinder women in the world!
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| I want you, my Motherland!
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| Although this song would help,
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| I pray for you, my Motherland,
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| And I'm crying like a prodigal daughter!
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| Russia! |
| I believe in your strength
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| You will know where is the truth and where is the lie,
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| Russia, the day will come, Russia,
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| And you will gain holy wings. |