Оля Кодекс — Родина

I fell low, but I rise again [?], native land, I guard you. I don’t need loud and proper words when it hurts so much — home holds me. Let the world press from above, let my light fade — native Russia, none are stronger than you.

If it hits, I’ll stand again for home, for kin, for my native land!

Homeland, homeland, to the bone you’re mine [?], you’re where my home is, you’re where my family is. Russia, Russia, I’m here for you. Let the sky press down, but the earth holds firm. Homeland, homeland, my side of the world, you’re more than a word — you are my soul.

Here they love without extra loud speeches, here they hide pain deeper, but hold on stronger, here bread is shared, here doors need no words, here they remember kindness, here they guard the home. We’re so different, but the root is one. They bent us — we sang; they beat us — we stand. And let someone say: “Forget it, let go!” — but how do you let go if it’s in the blood?

If it hits, I’ll stand again for home, for kin, for my native land!

Homeland, homeland, to the bone you’re mine [?], you’re where my home is, you’re where my family is. Russia, Russia, I’m here for you. Let the sky press down, but the earth holds firm. Homeland, homeland, my side of the world, you’re more than a word — you are my soul.

The strength isn’t in slogans, not in loud words [?], it’s in our people, it’s in the voices.

Homeland, homeland, to the bone you’re mine [?], you’re where my home is, you’re where my family is. Russia, Russia, I’m here for you. Homeland, homeland, my side of the world, you’re more than a word — you are my soul.