Многая лета Русской земле [Mnogaja leta Russkoj zemle] [English translation]

Early dawn, native land

Free spirited will, feather-like grass

Over the field, over the forest

The crane's song is heard from far away

The blue-eyed land, God's abode

Ineffable light poured straight into the heart

Over the field, over the forest your guardian angel is

Watching over the people

Over the field, over the forest your guardian angel is

Watching over the people

Since the dawn of existence, we haven't given into the beast

Hearing the bell's ring, praying to god

To protect the native land and the holy faith

Prince Vladimir is gathering his knights

To protect the native land and the holy faith

Prince Vladimir (Vladimir the first of Kiev) is gathering his knights

The blood of our founding fathers flows in our veins

And still the raven gazes at our ancestral land

For the native land to the death

Prince Vladimir fought our enemies

For the native land to the death

Prince Vladimir fought our enemies

Long live

Long live

Long live

The Russian Land

Long live

Long live

Long live

The Russian land

Blue-eyed land, god's abode

Ineffable light poured straight into the heart

Over the field, over the forest your guardian angel is

Watching over the people