Текст песни А. Городницкий - Перелётные Ангелы

We do not sleep at night the July in the manger,
Do not twist the rooms we sweet smoke cigarettes.
Migratory angels fly north
And their delicate wings burn frost.

Angels descend on the roofs of buildings,
And the abandoned temples they sleep,
A morning shot in a long-range flight,
Because short spring days.

And when the winds are warm in the face poduyut
And last of laziness you dropped your scrap
This means - forever your head off gray
Autumn deliverance swan wing.

You do not cry, bratishechki by old families,
You do not lie, bratishechki, lost about south -
Migratory angels fly to the North,
And heavy wings over the tundra sing.

Memory of the victims of Stalinist repression