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Where the frost bites the birch and the steppe has no end
Where the church domes are shining like fire
Where a man breaks his bread to give some to a friend
Driven by something higher
It's not just a place on a tattered old map
Not the cold of the snow or the blizzard's wild trap
It’s the Russian soul, it’s the spirit untamed
A force that forever remains unnamed
Born of sorrow and joy in a single deep breath
Defying the cold, defying the death
Like the wolf in the taiga, like wind through the grass
This spirit will always outlast any pass
From the stones of the Kremlin to Baikal's deep blue
Through the endless white nights of the North
We have carried this flame, burning steady and true
Since the day of our forefathers' birth
You can burn all our houses and scatter our kin
But you cannot extinguish the light from within
It’s the Russian soul, it’s the spirit untamed
A force that forever remains unnamed
Forged in furnace of history, tempered by pain
To rise up again and again in the rain
Like the wolf in the taiga, like wind through the grass
This spirit will always outlast any pass
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