Russia
In your endless spaces there cries an infinite longing. O land of tatters and dreams, how severe your punishment!
Your disaster lies mutely frozen in sunrays and dazzling snow. O land of wolves and nightingales, how silent you are!
You interr yourself with millions of thatched roofs, snow-blanketed and frost-enchained. O land of martyrs and criminals, are you alive or not?
Your disaster lies mutely frozen in sunrays and dazzling snow. O land of wolves and nightingales, how silent you are!
You interr yourself with millions of thatched roofs, snow-blanketed and frost-enchained. O land of martyrs and criminals, are you alive or not?
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.