Great and beautiful Mother - Land!
Boundless and immense eyes thy fields and plains,
Fast and full-flowing channel of thy rivers,
Transparent and fixed mirrors forest lakes,
Wise and mysterious sound of century-old oak woods ...

Great Russia! Your share is great!
Your field will remember the heavy tread
Of the enemy encampments,
When the earth shook and moaned
From the raids of the damned Pechenegs and Khazars,
Polovtsian fire when burning your fields and villages!

Remembers Russian shields and armor Horde sharp swords,
They remember the mounds of thousands of women,
Raising his hands in grief towards the sky,
Bewailing ever gone to battle their husbands and sons!

Great Russia!
Great and immortal glory of thy Sons!
Their Victories are great!