Текст песни Сергей Чиграков - Летят перелетные птицы

Migratory birds fly in the blue autumn,
They fly to hot countries, and I stay with you.
And I stay with you, a native country forever.
I don’t need a Turkish coast and I don’t need Africa.
I don’t need a Turkish coast and I don’t need Africa.

I saw a lot of countries, walking with a rifle in my hand,
But there was no greater sadness than being far from you.
A lot of my thoughts changed my mind with my brothers in a distant land,
And there was no greater duty than to do your will.
And there was no greater duty than to do your will.

Ptahs even fly back and forth lost a little joke.
Fly the stench in the heat of the country, and I didn’t get into it.
And I take refuge with you, Kohana, my side,
Today, my land is not ours, but the land is a stranger.
I don’t need someone else’s sun, someone else’s land is not needed!