Алексей Голубятников - Родная земля
текст песни

The free wind bent the ears
Yes, there are fogs in the hollows
The nightingale whistled in the morning
The baths on the churches are burning

At dawn I will raise my sons
Let's go out to celebrate the new day together
Let's shower ourselves with cold water
It's time to temper the spirit and body

This is my home, this is my native land
Got bored when I was away
I was born and baptized here
Here he confessed his love to his wife

I spent many years in a foreign land
Nostalgia tormented me inside
I have not forgotten my father's covenant
There is nothing more beautiful than our native land

And now the old garden will bloom
Young shoots have gone
Yes, my father looks from the photographs
And the coals burn out in the oven

This is my home, this is my native land
Got bored when I was away
I was born and baptized here
Here he confessed his love to his wife

Returned home from work
It's time to go to work
And from the icons they are watching me
Yes, it's time to update the lompad

And the fields will be harvested
The smell of hay will remind you of those
Who plowed this land of old
Gave us covenants for everyone

This is my home, this is my native land
Got bored when I was away
I was born and baptized here
Here he confessed his love to his wife