Moldova Forest - Ivan Bagaev
Our Moldova with hills that stretch out
Over its gardens and vineyards
A forest she needs, gold and proud
Like a dress to dance to songs of bards
The kind and giving hand of Russia
Offering earth and sky above
Also sends with it lush and gorgeous
Harmonious forests full of love
And all those who on currents sail
And meet the dawn head on awake
Greeted by strangers passing slowly
And hear the swan songs of the lake
Deep in her vast expansive landmass
The taiga mind sleeps and dreams
Those on the river crossing bypass
Witness old beauty bursting at seams
Old friends sing all the songs of marches
There never was a loss for words
Friendships grow strong under tree arches
Treasure together forests and fjords
Our Moldova with hills that stretch out
Over its gardens and vineyards
But looking at that golden forest
Like homeland for it I’m glad