Rus_refix

[Intro instrumental] [Verse 1] From the fields, From the Russian birches, Russian talent took its start. In the villages of Arkhangelsk and Kursk, In the towns of Vologda and Tula, Like a priceless treasure it is kept. [Chorus] On the windows – Carved kokoshniks bright, And on the stoves – Tiles in patterned light... Here for ages the artists have known The wisdom of their grandfathers and fathers. [Interlude instrumental] [Verse 2] Every day, A true master Is ready to create with grace. Horses gallop, Of crystal coat, The scent of carved flowers floats, Summer spins with colorful thread On the meadow of linen spread... A great talent, Has sisters – Beauty, Simplicity, Kindness. [Chorus] On the windows – Carved kokoshniks bright, And on the stoves – Tiles in patterned light... Here for ages the artists have known The wisdom of their grandfathers and fathers. [Bridge] To the finest Shades of nature, To the richest Colors of the earth, The hands of the people have touched And found the secret of magic. [Chorus] All the beauties of native expanses The wonders of masters conceal... In the bright music Of Russian patterns Blooms Russian talent. On the windows – Carved kokoshniks bright, And on the stoves – Tiles in patterned light... Here for ages the artists have known The wisdom of their grandfathers and fathers. [Final instrumental] [Outro] Blooms Russian talent.