Siberia

Oh this is the land of my forebears,

Cultivated in love.

Nurtured by summer sun,

bathed from heaven above.

this is the land of my forebears,

laboured in tears, caressed by rain,

a mothers love, stronger than any pain.

 

These mountains, see these mountains of Altay,

Standing like watchmen, resolute and strong.

This is  my land , the land of my forebears,

which I remember in song.

 

 

This is the land of my forebears,

cultivated in love.

Nurtured by summer sun, bathed from heaven above.

This is the land of my forebears,

laboured in tears ,caressed by rain.

A mothers love, stronger than any pain.

 

Come stand with me and remember,

for the past shall never die.

This is the land of my forebears,

where one day I shall lie.

For I shall be with my loved ones,

 and the sun, will always shine.

And I will be my Siberia ,

and Siberia will be mine.

 

This is the land of my forebears,

cultivated in love.

Nurtured by summer sun,

Bathed from heaven above.

 

This is the land of my forebears,

Laboured in tears.
;
Caressed by rain.

A mothers love,

stronger than any pain.

This is the land of my forebears,

Siberia is her name