Wide is my Motherland,
Of her many forests, fields, and rivers!
I know of no other such country
Where a man can breathe so freely.
But our brows shall frown sternly
If an enemy attempts to break us.
As a bride, we love our Motherland,
We protect her, as a gentle mother.
Our proud word - comrade -
To us is higher than all fine words.
With this word everywhere we feel at home.
Forus there are no “blacks” or "coloreds".
This word is familiar to everyone,
With it we always find friends.