I u menja byl kraj rodnoj
Prekrasen on
Tam jel' kachalas' nado mnoj
No to byl son
Sem'ja druzej zhiva byla
So vsekh storon
Zvuchali mne ljubvi slova
No to byl son!
My native land I once enjoyed
In realms afar,
Where waving pines their branches bowed by dream is o'er!
And friends I had though far apart
Unknown 'twould seem; had love but stirred within my heart
To wake my dream