Let the years wane...
live with a smile
& nbsp;the evil of disease and death,
in spite of the flimsy nature ...
I want the song to keep going
& nbsp;in my soul,
to her the world has become
a little bit warmer.
Let the years wane,
falling into the former rage,
I hurry with a toothless smile
on new year's opening day...
My land ,
I myself -- earth !
Everything on you is dear to me .
I love the warble of a Nightingale
and good riddance,
and I love the blue heights of heaven,
& nbsp;steppe expanse,
and that the forest stood like a wall,
the wild gorge of the mountains,
and the ocean wave,
and fast rivers flood,
and everything I don't remember,
which didn't fit into the verse...
But I hate it,
do not accept
& nbsp; who will spoil this Land!
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