Сестрица - Матушка Русь
текст песни

There have been times
Far worse than now;
How many generations
In Rus' have fallen for our sake?
They perished in the flames,
And on the fields of war;
They never bent the knee,
Nor were they stripped of their land.
Spreading its wings—
A wounded bird—
Before its wounds were healed,
It soared up to the heavens.
Above our Mother Earth,
Above this glorious land,
Saved by the power of God,
Our Russian spirit has risen again.
With sweeping fields,
With boundless forests,
With roots running deep—
There is a land on earth:
Great Russia,
A mighty power;
By the prayers of the faithful,
She is protected.
One cannot erase from memory
The history of our people,
Nor force us
To forget our native tongue.
Such has been, since time immemorial,
The nature of our character:
We will not allow
Enmity to be kindled among the Slavs.
And if anyone dares to try,
They shall witness Russian wrath—
For they cannot defeat
That unheard-of force:
The Russian spirit.
For mighty is our
Tree of Life,
With its roots running deep;
It is not without reason
That the Russian tongue
Stirs the soul so deeply.
With sweeping fields,
With boundless forests,
With roots running deep—
There is a land on earth:
Great Russia,
A mighty power;
By the prayers of the faithful,
She is protected.
With sweeping fields,
With boundless forests,
With roots running deep—
There is a land on earth:
Great Russia,
A mighty power;
By the prayers of the faithful,
She is protected.