My Motherland – the Republic оf Bashkortostan
Forest I entered the forest a mysterious, shady, She sighed deeply clean air And behold in the excitement Nature of our wonderful creation. My native land, loved and rich! Urchat blissfully frogs in puddles, Filling the air with the smell of flowers Powys mist over the river talkative, Songbirds birds singing: trills, modulations. All mixed up. Wood is full of voices! On the chicken Faintly hear the sounds of kurai, I have long stood by the river froze. With love and affection to the dear side I listened to kurai magic tune! As far as a child, my father happened In a ravine in the forest will find the cane. Kurai sparkle, and her mother soloist ... So dear and sweet to me was that moment! Sighing deeply cool river, I looked darling eye space, Green cliffs. And his heart is encouraging Hear the tunes of the Fathers of the mountains!