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Татьяна Куртукова ...Tatyana Kurtukova
Polevykh tsvetov venocek, v utrenney rose tsvetok
Solov'ya zapyev svistochek, sok beryozovyy glotok
Tishiny poslushat' volyu, po tropinke v les gustoy
Poboltat' s beryozkoy vdovol' pro nevo i pro lyubov'
Matushka-zemlya, belaya beryozonka
Dlya menya — Svyataya Rus', dlya drugikh — zanozon'ka
Matushka-zemlya, oy, belaya beryozonka
Dlya menya — Svyataya Rus', dlya drugikh — zanozon'ka
Skol'ko mne yeshchyo godochkov u kukushki posproshat'
Pro lyubov' svoyu devich'yu na romashke pogadat'?
Klyuchevoy vody studyonoy, v sotakh svezhevo medku
V chistom pole tyomnoy noch'yu, v nebe zvyozdnom utonu
Matushka-zеmlya
Dlya menya — Svyataya Rus'
Matushka-zemlya, belaya bеryozonka
Dlya menya — Svyataya Rus', dlya drugikh — zanozon'ka
A wreath of field flowers, a flower in the morning dew
The nightingale's song, the birch's sweet voice
To listen to the silence, along the path in the thick forest
To chat with the birch tree about him and about love
Mother Earth, white birch tree
For me — Holy Rus', for others — a little trinket
Mother Earth, oh, white birch tree
For me — Holy Rus', for others — a little trinket
How many more years will the cuckoo ask me?
To guess about my maiden love on a daisy?
With cool spring water, in hundreds of fresh honey
In the clean field on a dark night, I will drown in the starry sky
Mother Earth
For me — Holy Rus'
Mother Earth, white birch tree
For me — Holy Rus', for others — a little trinket