Perhaps I dream of Russia,
my great country,
where the river is eternally blue,
and autumn is woven into leaves.
I dream an eternal dream,
of my country struggling,
and of a beautiful autumnal attire,
in which the Russian wound is woven.
Perhaps the peace will be long,
where the sun shines brightly,
in which a galaxy of lyres
will adorn this world.
I love my homeland,
my native land,
where the age-old lowlands are,
and this paradise,
in which there is no enemy barking.
Может быть, снится Россия перевод на английский
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