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Motherland
And in a handful Mila ...

What it seemed
She is small
And all under the city
And under the whistle of lead
She
In a foreign land
She kept a fighter.

From the heat,
By cold
Coastal -
What it seemed
Was small.

And so
In fact
Small
Motherland,
What's in a handful dear? ..

She has a memory
Father's shelter
Lived,
The voice of Pichuga lived
And the scream of the eagle.

In it
Pulse of the earth
The spring made his way
And at the star midnight
Worthy
Arose.

It was merged in it
For a long time
More precisely-
Forever
And the Volga
And Don
Measured run.

They heard in it
Rustle
Dnieper wave
Rich lands
Dnieper
Sons.

And in it is Belarusian
He looked around forever
His neman
That was not dumb
Never.

I saw in it
Kazakh,
Without hiding sadness
Asian lands
Brouping distance.

I saw in it
Caucasian
Your proud Caucasus ...

In it
Honor folk
Unprofitable reserve! ..

It turns out
She's not so
Mala-
Motherland,
What's in a handful of dear ...

Breath and light
Non -violent land
Soldiers
With battles
To the west
Carried -
In white light,
That Garia smelled
And ash sorrow
Donkey on the lips ...

Into the graves of soldiers
From the homeland in the distance,
Like grains
Passed
Handfuls of the earth,
So people
In the future
Could not forget
Freedom
And the earth,
What brought them ...

Everywhere,
Throughout European land
Soldiers' bones
Will expire in the darkness ...

But there is an overlap
It cannot forever
Brought
Land,
What I accommodated
In a soldier’s handful ...

When
Abroad
I'm going
Like a guest
With myself
I do not take
Their lands are a handful

Because the
Everywhere-
From home in the distance
Puff
Handfuls
Darling land ...

At the mass graves
I'm standing anxiously
Through dull granite
I see the earth
My.

Oh, how from the homeland
She
Far!
And to live -
In anxiety,
Anxiety of the century.

And the ball of the earth
In the eternal path
Anxious
Circle
The universe is a handful.

It turns out
She's not so
Mala,
Motherland,
What's in a handful of dear ...

Motherland
And in a handful Mila ...

What it seemed
She is small
And all under the city
And under the whistle of lead
She
In a foreign land
She kept a fighter ...