Валерия Куварина - Воздух моей России
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I'm walking through a field in a cotton dress
The ripe grasses are in full bloom in the field
I talk about the hot summer with the birds
And I weave myself a wreath of clover

I count the curly clouds
And run after the wind into the white grove
And all around are spicy aromas
Made of flowers and many herbs

I'll whirl in a birch dance
Under the high blue sky
And I'll drink in the purest air
The air of my Russia

I breathe deeply, but I can't get enough
And the ringing of bells pours into my heart
What a joy it is to confess my love
To the land where I was born

Like a long, silvery ribbon
Winding like a snake, the river stretches
Carries its swift waters into the distance
Washing the sandy banks

I'll plunge into its fresh coolness
I'll rest in the shade of a friend Willows
A tender song will fly over the river
About my native land

I'll whirl in a birch dance
Under the high blue sky
And I'll drink in the purest air
The air of my Russia

I breathe deeply, but I can't get enough
And the ringing of bells pours into my heart
What a joy it is to confess my love
To the land where I was born

I breathe deeply, but I can't get enough
And the ringing of bells pours into my heart
What a joy it is to confess my love
To the land where I was born
To the land where I was born
To the land where I was born