Тhe Russian wanderers

Пока английский вариант.
ПЕсня о новых русских эмигрантах, оказавшихся не ко двору дома, в Северной Трое,  охваченной военной пургой...

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They were scattered by the war,
Russian souls without a shore,
Their talents and conscience they carry,
Far from their homeland they tarry.

Oh, the Russian wanderers,
Their hearts still beat with pride,
Their souls forever ponder,
On the land they left behind.

The blizzard of war tore them apart,
But their spirit remains in their art,
Their voices echo through the night,
A reminder of their homeland's might.

Oh, the Russian wanderers,
Their hearts still beat with pride,
Their souls forever ponder,
On the land they left behind.

Though they roam across the land,
Their love for Russia will always stand,
Their voices will forever sing,
Of the beauty that their homeland brings.

Oh, the Russian wanderers,
Their hearts still beat with pride,
Their souls forever ponder,
On the land they left behind.

So let us remember those who roam,
Carrying Russia's heart as their own,
Their talents and conscience they share,
With the world, showing Russia's care.