Rivers rage, rapids roar, dance the hills with a roll,
Azure dome of the skies – you caress it, it smiles,
Snow-white taiga for miles, a mirage to behold
And the shaman’s deep song – it uplifts, it beguiles,
In this place fades the rush, in this realm silence speaks,
And the elements waltz, four as one, heavens brushing,
It’s a land full of love, it’s the spring your soul seeks,
Where strong souls are found. It’s a place known as Russia.
Author Unknown. Translated by Me.
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