Russia - as the word of the song.
Birches young foliage.
Around the forests, fields and rivers.
Expanse, Russian soul.

I love you, my Russia,
For the clear light of your eyes,
For the mind of the holy deeds,
For a sonorous voice, like a stream,

I love with all my heart understand
Steppes mysterious sadness.
I love everything that is called
A wide word - Russia.