С.Т.А.Я. feat. Дарья Душина - Путь домой
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The steppes spread under the sky like a blanket of grass...
Step onto the ground from the carriage, I feel a gust of wind!
The white rows of birch trees cut into the eyes, penetrating into the heart,
Yes, dew, water splashes on my boots...

Fall dead forever and grow like a mighty maple here,
Granting comfort to wanderers in the shade of its branches!
I wake up after delirium near my native land,
Forgive me for everything and give me some cold water to drink!

I was so far away only to find myself on the threshold.
Look, I've turned grey, old and crippled my legs...
Don’t scold me or scold me, Mom, here I am, right next to you!
I fell from the sky, was in the seas and suffocated by hell...

I broke myself into pieces under the pressure of life and those who were nearby...
Then he got up and walked towards his dream with a naive look...
I saw death and blazed like a phoenix with righteous fire,
Just to hug the black soil with your hands!

I was not a slob and behaved worthy of your son,
Survived even where the best were killed by death!
He was an example to the young, he respected old age as he taught...
Love saved me and the power of faith helped me.

When the gray-haired woman dragged along and tested my nerves -
For the sons of Russia there is no death, so I went first!
There is a bright light in my veins, and we do not extinguish that light of God,
I bow low to you and say thank you for everything!

You went through the wrath of deserted roads,
Stumbling over the death of the tired earth.
How many dreams, how many tears have you removed from the threshold,
May your children have sweet dreams!

And I will return not alone, but with blood brothers,
That along the way they carried with me kilograms of pain.
Yes, we waited for a long time on different sides of the earth.
They come out into the light, the signal lights are on -

From the shadow of perestroika to the echoes of the noisy 90s,
There's a hand in the hand, there's blood running through the veins - it's all simple.
Through war and starfall, passing years,
Let's go home, because you and I, brother, are children of the same breed!

One seed, one field sprouts!
We survived rains, storms, bad weather together...
Our path home is the path to a single great power!
Remember how the French ran with their heels shining!

We are merciless to those who gape at our...
What happened to us? Have they become softer? Or just older...
Maybe it’s just an enemy virus walking on TV channels,
If we have already begun to call Holy Rus' Russia?..

They shared wars, poured brotherly blood,
Reforms were strangling, banners were blazing...
The fields of the earth not made by hands are plowed with hail,
Yes, there are black burning marks in the forests from fires.

We returned in silence, each thinking about his own.
There were worse times, and we will survive this...
A foreign land has lured those capable of betraying themselves.
It's so easy to destroy and run away, now try to create.

You went through the wrath of deserted roads,
Stumbling over the death of the tired earth.
How many dreams, how many tears have you removed from the threshold,
May your children have sweet dreams!

You went through the wrath of deserted roads,
Stumbling over the death of the tired earth.
How many dreams, how many tears have you removed from the threshold,
May your children have sweet dreams!