Shores of Russia
An old orchard missing me at daybreak
Is dropping tears of golden dew.
I'm returning to my home
And I don't want to live otherwise
Getting tired of a foreign land
Incomprehensible and unfamiliar
I'm returning to my home
As always, I feel good at home
In the morning sky a new day breaks
You are my home and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and my home
In the morning sky a new day breaks
You are my home and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and my home
If someone leaving his shelter
Finds happiness in a foreign land
I would send him my greetings
But I can't make my heart feel this way
In the morning sky a new day breaks
You are my home and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and my home
In the morning sky a new day breaks
You are my home and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and my home
In the morning sky a new day breaks
You are my home and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and my home
