Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Руки Родины

Hands of the Motherland

Music: Vadim Gamaleya
Words: V. Chernov

 Carries the wind into the distance daytime sounds.
 The night turns blue on the velvet of the fields.
 And Motherland weary hands
 Cradle the sleeping babies ...

 Chorus:
 All the hands of the motherland: and the vastness of the fields ...
 All the hands of the motherland: the sea of ​​lights ...
 And motherly love and tenderness -
 All the hands of my motherland ...

 We are rich in the kindness of these hands
 They are entrusted with the work of people to protect,
 But the gray-haired soldiers remember
 How these hands raised a sword!

 Chorus.

 Years go and grandchildren grow up
 Our sons and daughters
 And their hands give them happiness
 The holy hands of my motherland ...

 Chorus.

 1970