Доху я купила

Fly on the wings of the wind
You're in the native land , our native song
Where we sing thee freely
Where it was so freely unto thee
There, under the sultry air , the air is full of bliss
Under the sea where voices doze mountains in clouds
There's so bright the sun shines
Native mountains bay light
In the valleys of roses bloom luxuriantly
And nightingales sing in the forests green
And sweet grapes grow
There you Privolnaya song
You go there and fly !