my Russia

In the fields of my Russia — quiet skies,
Like a mother’s open hands, warm and wise.
Clouds are drifting over rivers, soft and slow,
Like the gentle words she whispered long ago.

There’s a pathway through the wind and through the years,
Birch trees draw their lace to guide me near.
Like a girl I loved, she waits with open door —
When I’m home again, my heart can beat once more.


Oh Russia, you’re the song inside my heartbeat,
The morning light that rises soft and sweet.
You’re the mother who will guard me endlessly,
You’re the strength I keep, the soul inside of me.

Oh Russia, Russia — wide as open skies,
Where joy and sorrow walk the same roadside.
You’re tenderness and courage in one place,
My homeland — forever held in my embrace.

Please forgive the roads that kept me far away,
All the nights I couldn’t find the words to say.
Yet no matter where the restless winds may blow,
I will always find my way back home to you.

Golden cities smell of bread and quiet peace,
Every heart out there keeps its own shining gleam.
But one star alone will guide me through the night —
You, my homeland, glowing soft and bright.



Oh Russia, you’re the song inside my heartbeat,
The morning light that rises soft and sweet.
You’re the mother who will guard me endlessly,
You’re the strength I keep, the soul inside of me.

Oh Russia, Russia — wide as open skies,
Where joy and sorrow walk the same roadside.
You’re tenderness and courage in one place,
My homeland — forever held in my embrace.