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

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

Like I long for the songs
For the sisters and brothers
For people, who are genuine.
For Russian people, who are more precious money.
And a storm has been unleashed on the world
People like one after the other
Melkhume, the Not, ordered to
And und crushed money and forests.

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