Владимир Бабенко - Здравствуй, сын
текст песни

The path runs, runs and winds

The grass is thick and stands like a wall

And the song of the heart flows into the open spaces

The hero goes home victoriously

Tired legs, tired shoulders

The long road has come to an end

And my dear home rises towards me

A gray-haired father runs from the porch

Ah, thick rye, dear country

Wormwood smell and bird cherry color

After all, there is nothing dearer than your native land

There is no more beautiful Russian birch

Years of anxiety, years of separation

Left in the past, the battle is over

And tightly, tightly hugged hands

Well, hello, hello, our dear son!

Ah, thick rye, dear country

Wormwood smell and bird cherry color

After all, there is nothing dearer than your native land

Russian birches

(Thick rye, native country)

After all, there is nothing dearer than your native land

There is no more beautiful Russian birch