Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Гой ты, Русь, моя родная,

Goy you , Russ , my dear ,
 Hut - in robes image ...
 Do not see the end and edge -
 Only blue eyes sucks .

 As Zakhozhiy pilgrim
 I look at your field .
 And the dwarf Okolitsa
 Call wither poplar .

 It smells of apples and honey
 In your churches meek ​​Savior .
 And the buzzing of Korogod
 In the meadows merry dance.

 I will go for mint stitch
 On the expanse of green Leh
 I meet as earrings,
 Bell girlish laughter .

 If you yell holy army :
 & quot; Throw you Russ , live in paradise ! & quot;
 I say : & quot; Do not paradise ,
 Give my home & quot ;.