Elena Genrikhovna Guro. (№ 269137)

Here sings the road.
My dear - here.
So I myself!
And I took the reins,
Oh, homeland!
I took the gun.
Here - and mother.
Do not grieve, do not grieve, mother,
blew out a large wind -
do not grieve, do not cry, mother.
The stone road began,
pine noise.
The wind on, on drove the neighborhood.
Don't cry, mother.
Homeland, homeland - the land
you are one mother.
For you I left.
Do not grieve, do not grieve, mother,
don't cry, mother.