Ruthenia
Thy amber grain’s clear fields
Are waving gracefully.
Thy woods and forests and thy hills
Are resting peacefully.
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Let mighty beauty ever last
Let glory sing to thee.
I love thee, thou my Motherland,
Thou’rt ever free to me.
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Let evil tongues thee forsake
And bad words come along.
I’d sing glory for thy sake
And stay forever long.
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