Текст песни
Who bears the Russian soul within their breast,
Sees the world in their own way, and holds no soul apart.
With grief and longing is their spirit dressed,
To share their dreams with all — their deepest heart.
Not everyone can solve the riddle true,
Of this soul so open and so plain.
Who counts by numbers, measures through and through,
Will never find the key to its domain.
The mysterious Russian soul,
The world entire, as one, it comprehends.
At times it, too, may lose control,
Yet more it loves, believes, and understands.
The whole wide world it longs to hold,
To seat all people at one table grand.
Each soul it wishes to behold,
To give pure water, bread from its own hand.
Alas, not all can comprehend its way,
Then grieves the deep and wide Russian soul.
Alone it seems, upon the earth it lay,
Yet trusts this shall not be its final role.
The mysterious Russian soul,
The world entire, as one, it comprehends.
At times it, too, may lose control,
Yet more it loves, believes, and understands.
So deep...
So wide...
Mysterious...
Russian soul...
The mysterious Russian soul,
The world entire, as one, it comprehends.
At times it, too, may lose control,
Yet more it loves, believes, and understands.
So deep...
So wide...
Mysterious...
Russian soul...
