Сарма - Матушка Русская земля
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The sky over me overcame a herd of gray clouds
The wind drove them out by the distant horizon
Somewhere in the distance, a gray bird is heard crying
And on the hill of deserted it is interrupted by a wolf
Gray smoke in the distance reminds me of the war
About that war of the insane that Rus' had grown
I will kneel down, I will quietly pray with my land
And then sighing, I will worship the sun

Where the sky touches the grass
Where the sun cuts clouds
Lies the Russian land native to the heart
The one that fed us and saved us

Oh, mother Russian land
Forgive us all of us
Oh, mother Russian land
For all our sins
Oh, mother Russian land
You pray for us
Oh, mother Russian land
And take care of yourself

Birch trees tuck the wind will fly and make a smell
In Tyutchevsky ponds a flock of white swans
You alone are not at all rich not poor
But she was able to feed and protect her children.

Where the sky touches the grass
Where the sun cuts clouds
Lies the Russian land native to the heart
The one that fed us and saved us

Oh, mother Russian land
Forgive us all of us
Oh, mother Russian land
For all our sins
Oh, mother Russian land
You pray for us
Oh, mother Russian land
And take care of yourself

Oh, mother Russian land
Forgive us all of us
Oh, mother Russian land
For all our sins
Oh, mother Russian land
You pray for us
Oh, mother Russian land
And take care of yourself