Текст песни Аля Дульцева - дети выходят на крыши

Children go to the rooftops, join hands,
white wings of palms clasped to sweat.
Their phones have weak flashlights, -
take two or three photos for memory.
The children of this city were angels
the angels of this city became birds.
The wind blew out all the lanterns with torches,
- the birds have nowhere else to land.

And it is impossible for children to save the birds and
give a sign with dim lights.

But where there is nothing else to shine,
children always work as beacons,
we always work as beacons.