Архиерейский хор Нижегородской Епархии - Русь называют Святою
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Rus is called sacred.
Field, yes forest, yes water.
Church over the quiet river
And in two turns of the hut.

Cut the sky in Popolam
Sunset crimson
And over Russian earth
The light of silent glory excused.

Shot down to the sky flocks of birds,
All louder voice bell,
Woke up in the field Wind free,
And quiet herbs fell on NIC.

Quietly about something
Near a ham well.
Motherland land Other
I would never name.

There is a lake somewhere in the forest
Early herbs solemnly frozen
And miraculously accommodated all
Heaven sunset beauty.

And above the ducts fog,
How smoke smokes over the water
And between heaven and earth
Wire sign - white church.

It goes to the passage road.
Ringing bell.
Pray the deceased God
About those who worked alive.

There, in inaccessible heavens
Prayer is happening for Russia
And a bright cloud covered,
Russia still alive.

Leaped same Russian land,
Leaped, groves and valleys
And in the field, each epic -
Holy my motherland.