O beautiful, disowned prince of Fatherland Russia, America's pristine booty,
Of you I sing!
Studded with the jewels of glaciered mountains and sparkling streams, still youthful and untamed,
You excite the lusty passions of maverick men, and wild beasts freely roam your hunters' paradise.
But still my heart grieves:
Greedy men want only to drill you, grab your sweet nectar and leave you bare; a false-Christ's fanatics seek to govern you.
Stay free, O prince, and sing of me!
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