Anatoly: No man, no madness-- Though their sad Power may prevail-- Can possess, conquer, My country's heart. They rise to fail. She is eternal-- Long before Nations' lines were drawn. When no flags flew, When no armies stood-- My land was born.
And you ask me Why I love her Through wars, Death and despair-- She is the constant, We who don't care. And you wonder Will I leave her-- But how? I cross over borders, But I'm still there now.
How could I leave her? Where would I start? Let man's petty nations Tear themselves apart. My land's only borders Lie around my heart.
