Not Russian me But I live in Russia And Russia’s rivers Gave me strength. I grew as oak-tree on the mountains And now I’m free I know and I’m strong I’m so proud of my own life And with the Russians We’ve got one fate. For centuries in deeds and glory We’ve lived with Russian Brothers since olden times From far away years Moscow hears my friendly voice, And always helped us As the trouble came And Russian brother, What on Earth can be dearer? His own fate with mine forever joined. Not Russian me, but I live in Russia And be my soul forever proud! I give you five of my lives And still it wouldn’t be too much Of my fate the only life. Bashkir and Russian are always companions in journey. They’re at table with a glass of wine Companions in arms they are in times of trouble Forever in the grave they are when die. But when two brothers were embracing The mighty Pugachev and Salavat In your soul that is rich of friendship Some more of love was added, my Russian friend. Not Russian me, but I live in Russia. There’s no higher honour I’m the Soviet country’s son! We’re to live together And to reach still higher To the shining sparkling peaks of my life. And in my soul there are floods of spring dawns, And in my eyes there’re sun beams, In my heart there is a song of hope Which broke through ages like a stream. I became fond of human strength I learned to take the joy in all of life And just for all this, for all this forever, I’m grateful to you, my Russian friend. You gave taste to my bread and gave me water My steppes you turned alive for me My people you for it’s own joy With other peoples just united thee. Not Russian me, but I live in Russia. So be my soul forever proud Even ten lives may cost it And just you know it Of my fate the only life.