МК 5.45 - По Руси бегу
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I saw Rus' in her icons;
I understood how much of it felt like home to me.
I fell, yet returned to the light once more.
Here, I ran as a little boy;
There stood the sedge—tall, lush grass—
And nettles stung my bare feet.
This land bore a heavy cross;
Here, everyone keeps a sawed-off gun close at hand.
You have been tormented for your faith,
Yet you remain filled with mighty people.
Groves of white-barked trees, apple orchards—some bearing bitter fruit...
Did I pluck them from a stranger's garden? Or did I steal?
The Serpent was already whispering in my ear back then.
Tears and drinking songs—
Hearts weep at their sound; they are clearly hearts in pain.
The winds blow free—
Free and ancient stand the burial mounds and graves;
There, Russians lived—and there, they live still.
Golden fields of grain...
The ear of wheat may bend in the wind,
But the people will never bend.
It is our duty to defend and cherish
Our renowned lineage.

The sun shines upon the meadow,
Upon the high riverbank;
Barefoot, I run across the land of Rus',
Safeguarding the earth of my grandfathers.

The sun shines upon the meadow,
Upon the high riverbank;
Barefoot, I run across the land of Rus',
And I will preserve the land of my ancestors.

Troubles, torments, treachery, and pain—
They bound our hands;
They poured salt into our wounds.
Yet she proved steadfast and unyielding—
Indomitable Rus'—holy and united.
Woven together by faith, standing as one—
To live together like a single, great family.
"Return to your own kind,"
The earth implores.
You are the daughter of holy princes and tsars;
Yours are the blue skies and fields of flax.
No land is more beautiful; you are boundless.
Gray-haired, mighty, and wise—
Blue-eyed Rus', my beloved home. Deep in spirit, humble in her people—
Yet in valor, she knows no modesty.
Here stands Christ’s host,
No stranger to the fight for you.
Remember, brothers—whose sons are you?
Blessed and crucified,
Bitter, yet holy land.

The sun shines upon the meadow,
On the high riverbank.
Barefoot, I run across the land of Rus,
Safeguarding the earth of my forefathers.

The sun shines upon the meadow,
On the high riverbank.
Barefoot, I run across the land of Rus,
I will preserve the earth of my ancestors.