Андрей - Русь.
текст песни

I'm tired of living in my native land
In longing for buckwheat open spaces,
I will leave my hut,
I will go a vagabond and thief

I'll go on the white curls of the day
Search for a wretched dwelling,
And a friend beloved on me
Straight the knife on the Block

Spring and sun in the meadow
The yellow road is entwined
And the one, whose name is the shore,
I will drive me away from the threshold!

And again I will return to my father,
I am comforting with someone else's joy,
On green evening under the window
I'll hang it on my sleeve

Werlets at the wattle fence
The head will be tilted more tender,
And uninhabited to me
They will bury the dog under the barking

And the month will swim and swim,
Dropping the lines along the lakes,
And Rus' will still live,
Walk and cry under the fence.