Lyrics and music by Marat Gubaidullin
Every person has his native place,
Every person prides himself on it.
But I don’t know any place with so much grace
Except my native village, I admit.
Wherever I’ve been, I always think of you,
My native village – the place of my birth.
I’m so happy when I come back to you,
And there’s no other place like you on Earth.
I love you very much, my native village,
And I sincerely hope we’ll never part.
If something ever makes me leave you,
Wherever I’ve been, you will be in my heart.
(1997)
My native village
© Copyright: Марат Айбаш, 2012
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