Широка страна моя родная [Shiroka strana moya rodnaya] [English translation]

Song of the Motherland

Refrain:

O, my homeland is a spacious country:

Streams and fields and forests full and fair.

I don't know of any other country

Where a man can breathe a freer air!

From great Moscow to the farthest border,

From the Arctic seas to Samarkand,

Man can walk and feel that he's the owner

Of his own unbounded Motherland.

Here our life can flow as freely, broadly,

As the Volga - brimming and unchecked.

Here the young will always have clear roadway

And the old are always shown respect.

Refrain.

You can't see the end to all our fields,

Or recall the names of all the towns you've heard,

Most precious of all words is "Comrade,"

It means more to us than any other word.

With this word we are at home all places

And with this word we always comprehend:

There are no longer black or colored races,

For with it - the whole world is your friend.

Refrain.

There is none unwelcome at our table,

Whoever merits gets his just reward.

In golden letters we now write the stable

Law of Stalin in a calm accord.

The passing of the years will not extinguish

The grandeur and the glory of these words:

Every man will have these rights forever:

He has the chance to study, rest and work.

Refrain.

The breeze of spring is blowing o'er our homeland,

Every day we live more joyfully.

And in the world you won't find any people,

Who know better than us how to laugh and love.

If an enemy should wish to crush us,

We shall set our faces stern and hard.

Like our bride, we love our homeland dearly;

And o'er our tender mother we stand guard.

Refrain.

• Artist:Renat Ibragimov