Текст песни Олег Хромов - Белые птицы

From childhood, we're fond of white birds ,
I drove funny pigeons ,
Sorry , did not see your big eyelashes,
You were adults and painted cranes.
Children were - argued grown - parted,
Flew cranes and pigeons remained.

White birds circling above the roofs ,
Maybe you have seen somewhere ,
Can be heard ,
Where is kalitochka in good fairy tale ,
Where is the girl with pigtails ,
In the blue Alaska.
Where is the girl with pigtails ,
In the blue Alaska.

Oh, how funny is a children's dispute
As a gay cry spring birds
But your eyes I can still remember ,
Cupid's bow , I know of a thousand faces .
Like geese of forgotten books,
They have taken away the beauty of the stupid boy .

White birds circling above the roofs ,
Maybe you have seen somewhere ,
Can be heard ,
Where is kalitochka in good fairy tale ,
Where is the girl with pigtails ,
In the blue Alaska.
Where is the girl with pigtails ,
In the blue Alaska.