Текст песни Александр Шейнис - Лети, душа

Fly, my soul, fly!
Free from the shell,
Fly! I failed to get through
Our way to the farthest point.
Fly! I failed to get through
Our way to the farthest point.

I'm glad that your holiday has broken out,
When the cherry blossoms are drunk in the garden.
But on a sad day fortieth
Do not rush to climb higher.
But on a sad day fortieth
Do not rush to climb higher.

You will see, waiting out the cloud,
How a bird flies from the fence
And with a drop of sweet rain
Your tear will roll down to me.
And with a drop of sweet rain
Your tear will roll down to me.