Ringing Bells of Russian Hearts

Through the mists of the ages, through sorrow and years,
Over Russia’s wide lands, where the sky is clear.
Over golden domes shining, where the crosses glow,
Rings the voice of the bells, calling hearts to grow.

In the Russian heart, the bell’s deep tone,
It’s a warning cry, it’s a soulful moan.
It holds the faith, it’s the living flame,
It keeps the people, strong in name.

If the weight of despair pulls you down like stone,
Hear the chime of the bells from the golden domes.
Voices of fathers and mothers remain,
Prayers of the past still whisper your name.

In the Russian heart, the bell’s deep tone,
It’s a warning cry, it’s a soulful moan.
It holds the faith, it’s the living flame,
It keeps the people, strong in name.

Through the fields of rye, through the birch and pine,
Echoes of hope in the bell’s clear chime.
It calls us to unity, calls us to dream,
To a Russia eternal, holy and serene.

In the Russian heart, the bell’s deep tone,
It’s a warning cry, it’s a soulful moan.
It holds the faith, it’s the living flame,
It keeps the people, strong in name.

Bell of Russia, never fall silent,
Guard the soul through times defiant.
Shield from sorrow, protect from pain,
Forever and ever - Amen.

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