Mother Russia

A cycle of poems «Mother Russia Is Calling!»

From the mountains high to the ocean's deep blue
A tapestry woven, strong and true
The land that birthed me, the soil I embrace
My motherland's beauty, a timeless grace

Oh, Mother Russia, your rivers flow with pride
Your history whispers, where heroes reside
Your fields of gold, your skies so bright
You're etched in my heart, a guiding light

Through trials and triumphs, your spirit stands tall
A beacon of hope, answering freedom's call
The laughter of children, the elders' wise words
The stories you tell, like singing birds

Oh, Mother Russia, your rivers flow with pride
Your history whispers, where heroes reside
Your fields of gold, your skies so bright
You're etched in my heart, a guiding light

Though I may wander, far and wide
My heart will always, to you abide
For in your embrace, I find my peace
A love that never, will cease

Oh, Mother Russia, your rivers flow with pride
Your history whispers, where heroes reside
Your fields of gold, your skies so bright
You're etched in my heart, a guiding light

Mother Russia, my home, my soul's desire
Forever I'll cherish, your sacred fire.
Forever I'll cherish, your sacred fire.