A song about my native land, I love it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qlmw-o1d9JE

Translation:
The land, scorched by winds, the land
Weary from the snows, the land
Never trusting tears or vows
Only those who don't expect life's easy roads
And will melt the ice with hearts aflame
Will conquer the gods of the harsh north

The northern land beyond the far-off distances
The northern land called Yamal
Let them say it's the edge of geography
For us alone, it's the very beginning
This land is a realm of dreams and romance
It calls the ships of our souls to its shore
And for some reason, I think more and more often
It's right here that the heart of the Earth beats

The Polar Urals and the ocean locked in ice
And the mist over the slumbering tundra
And love, like permafrost, is also eternal
The land where souls cast their anchors into the snow
This is your truth and mine
We are wed to this land forever!

The northern land beyond the far-off distances
The northern land called Yamal
Let them say it's the edge of geography
For us alone, it's the very beginning
This land is a realm of dreams and romance
It calls the ships of our souls to its shore
And for some reason, I think more and more often
It's right here that the heart of the Earth beats

The northern land beyond the far-off distances
The northern land called Yamal
Let them say it's the edge of geography
For us alone, it's the very beginning

A Russian tongue twister:

Ехал Грека через реку,
Видит Грека — в реке рак.
Сунул Грека руку в реку,
Рак за руку Греку — цап!

(YEkhal GrEka chYErez rEku,
VIdit GrEka — v rekE rAk.
SUnul GrEka rUku v rEku,
RAk za rUku GrEku — TsAp!)

Translation:
A Greek was crossing the river,
He saw a crayfish in the river.
The Greek put his hand into the river,
The crayfish grabbed the Greek's hand — snap!