Текст песни Перепеть - Путь домой

Birds spring evening
We were flying from afar,
They were admiring the reflection,
River became a mirror.

Birds shall tailwind
Steppe calls live grass,
Good thing there is in the world
This happiness - the way home.
Good thing there is in the world
This happiness - the way home.

Like a tired do not know
So much joy in the chest,
Ahead native country,
A foreign country - behind.
Again they meet the lake
And will give them rest.
Good thing there is in the world
This happiness - the way home.
Good thing there is in the world
This happiness - the way home

Here you can warm the soul,
Here the land is full of warmth,
After all, Russia like heart,
As if life is only one.
Again birds tired met
And hello to native land.
Good thing there is in the world
This happiness - the way home

Good thing there is in the world
This happiness - the way home.
Way home ...