My Homeland

I live in the largest country in the world,
Where the taiga breathes in time with the polar blizzards,
And the gray winds sing to us about one thing:
How we dreamt of gathering, under the banners of the planet!

We dreamt of embracing, to the edges of the horizon!
With the red flag, stepping through the stars!
But we woke up in winter, with a knife under our ribs,
Instead of stars, the darkened Sun.

And the map cracked, along the lines of misfortune,
Scars froze in the shadow, in the dust of kilometers.
My Homeland is the best, in snowy armor!
My Homeland is sad:
the howl of millions!

Her rivers are the ink of written books!
Her stars are a lantern in the desert!
Her strength is in the birches that the enemy cannot bend,
And her weakness is the treacherous hoarfrost.

We dreamt of embracing, to the edges of the horizon!
With the red flag, stepping through the stars!
But we woke up in winter, with a knife under our ribs,
Instead of stars, the darkened Sun.

We wanted it better, but the enemy did not sleep.
So let's try again, and bravely!
Through the concrete cracks of old ice,
Fresh sprouts are breaking through!

And to hell with the frosts, to hell with the liars!
We will rise, and the Homeland will remember!
Our Homeland will remember, the voices of friends,
And it will resurrect, shining in the vastness!

Our hands are energized by the storm's flame!
In our veins is the power of the creators!
Inspired by our country for feats,
Our Homeland – our Russia!

Her rivers are the ink of written books!
Her stars are a lantern in the desert!
Her strength is in the birches that the enemy cannot bend,
And her weakness is the treacherous traitor's hoarfrost.

We dream of embracing to the edges of the horizon!
With the red flag, stepping through the stars!
Through the concrete cracks of old ice,
New sprouts are breaking through!

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