A Song to Russia

I feel a gentle meadow breeze
And hear the sound of rustling leaves,
I see my land, its grace and dreams,
I smile and sing…

Your boundless fields, your endless woods,
Your magic skies of changing moods,
I close my eyes and heal my wounds,
And bow free…

My Dear Land, my Russia –
I love you so, I’m blushing,
My home and my hope –
You’re tender, loving, strong,

Away, my heart is aching,
I miss your sun on waking,
I long for streams and lakeshores,
The nightingale’s song…

Your sleeping fields of winter cream,
Your snowflakes, flurries, frozen streams,
They snow across my childhood dreams –
Always.

The beauty of your winter dress,
The cold frosts, their warm caress,
I love you so, I must confess,
Fondly.

My Dear Land, my Russia –
I love you so, I’m blushing,
My home and my hope –
You’re tender, loving, strong,

Away, my heart is aching,
I miss your sun on waking,
I long for streams and lakeshores,
Our parting is too long…


Song by Elmira Terkulova
Translated by Vladimir Reznikov