Shagane you are mine Shagane
Whispers carry through the plains
From the north where I must stay
Dreams are told in rye’s domain
Moonlight paints the fields in gold
Northern stories softly told
Shiraz glimmers could grow old
Ryazan’s beauty breaks the mold
No Shiraz could claim such grace
As the fields that we embrace
Ryazan stretches over time
Shagane forever mine
Shagane you are mine Shagane
Northern stories softly told
Shiraz glimmers could grow old
Ryazan’s beauty breaks the mold
