Across the golden steppes

Across the golden steppes, where skies are painted blue,
I roam as a wanderer, in my homeland true.
With joy as my companion and spirit strong and free,
I softly hum a melody, it drifts with the breeze.

I sing to the winds, I sing to the dawn,
To all who have loved and to those who have gone.
This voice is a vessel, a chorus that grows -
A song for the hearts in this land that I know.

The years slip by like rivers, and silver streaks my hair,
Yet still, I walk the meadows, with music in the air.
Until my voice is echoed in every beating chest,
Until this land’s deep sorrows are sung and laid to rest.

I sing to the winds, I sing to the dawn,
To all who have loved and to those who have gone.
This voice is a vessel, a chorus that grows -
A song for the hearts in this land that I know.

Oh, the forgotten, the weary, the lost,
The dreams we’ve abandoned, the bridges we’ve crossed.
In every forlorn story, my melody weaves,
A song of hidden hope and the solace it breathes.

I sing to the winds, I sing to the dawn,
To all who have loved and to those who have gone.
This voice is a vessel, a chorus that grows -
A song for the hearts in this land that I know.

Across the golden steppes, ‘neath skies of azure hue,
I’ll wander ever onward, in my homeland true.
With every humble footstep, this melody takes flight,
A wanderer’s song, lingering through the night.

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You can listen to the song via the link:
https://disk.yandex.ru/d/gEizHL6lwIfjyQ