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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