Luyện nghe bài hát In the Russian village by the small pond My Chatschele stood, lonely, alone.

In the Russian by the small pond
My stood, lonely, alone.
I will long for you and always of you
Because you my rodzne, my homeland
Rosia I long so much for you
For the tree, for Chatschele, for the green wood.

Like I long for the Russian
For the sweet and brothers
For people, who are genuine.
For Russian people, who are more precious money.
And a storm that has been on the world
People like Chakes one after the
Melkhume, the Not, to kill
And und crushed money and forests.

My Chatschele is burned. I no
a homeland. Now I am [illegible]
And now I for you, Ref Matu...