Mitti

Take your soil back, my friend
I've paid off your debt
Never bowed my head before an enemy
But I bowed it for you

Dying for you feels like a celebration, buddy
Death is a rare gift, you know
On your land, I’ll take birth again
So I can shout out, "Hail to the Motherland!"

Rich and fertile, cool and soothing
Lush and green, hail to the Motherland
Rich and fertile, cool and soothing
Lush and green, hail to the Motherland

Not many are willing to sacrifice, my friends
Those who give their youth for the country
Putting the nation before every bond
For the homeland, they lay their bodies on the pyre

So what if I turn to ash? I’ll be smoke, you see
I’ll guard the borders, becoming the wind

Rich and fertile, cool and soothing
Lush and green, hail to the Motherland
Rich and fertile, cool and soothing
Lush and green, hail to the Motherland

Rich and fertile, cool and soothing
Lush and green, hail to the Motherland
Rich and fertile, cool and soothing
Lush and green, hail to the Motherland