The road to the temple.

I love you, Russia,

Our dear Rus',

Unspent strength,

Unsolved sadness.

You are boundless in scope,

There is no end to you in anything,

You have been incomprehensible for centuries

To foreign sages.

 

Many times you have been tortured,

To be or not to be Russia,

Many times they have tried

To kill the Russian soul in you.

But I know you cannot be

Broken or intimidated,

You are dear to me, my native Motherland,

Dear by your free will.

 

You are kind and affectionate,

You are strong in your soul,

An untold fairy tale,

Blue-eyed country.

I would dress the white world in birch calico,

I will be proud of you all my life,

Without you I have no happiness.

Done