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