Текст песни Чунина Нютка - Русь называют святою

( The recording was made in September 2010 )

Russ called saints .
Field, and forest, yes water ,
Church on a quiet river
And two little windows hut.

      Cut in half the sky
      Crimson sunset strip
      And on Russian soil
      Light quiet glory beamed.
      Flew up to the sky a flock of birds
      Louder voice of the bell ,
      Woke up in the wind free
      And quietly grass fell down .

Quiet about something yearns
Willow near the well .
Home to the land of another
I would not say never.

      There somewhere Lake of the Woods
      Between grass solemnly frozen.
      And miracle of all yourself together
      Heaven sunset beauty .
      And over the canals - the fog,
      Like smoke, smokes on the water ,
      And between heaven and earth
      In a gesture of reconciliation - white temple .

Sweeps to the graveyard road
The ringing of the bells fell silent .
Pray to the dead God
About lost the way of living .

      There, out of the reach heaven
      For Russia being accomplished prayer .
      And bright cloud covered
      Russia still alive.
      Leaped same Russian land
      Leaped groves and valleys,
      And in the field of each epic -
      Holy my motherland .