Текст песни Константин Никольский - Птицы белые мои

Storms and blizzards ground overpowered ,
White bird flew to the sun my .
For the lost footsteps
Hurry up to the edge of the distant ,
At the far edge , in a way hard
To light, solar years .
Seek ye my joy ,
What a grief lost ,
Bring me a song
On born spring.

Seek out a ray of that closed clouds
And a spring of living water shall give gardens.
Look for the silence
Voice affectionate, beloved ,
Hands warmly , giving strength
Her eyes return to me .
Bring me fun
Mountain streams and rivers, spring ,
Heat of people's hearts , warmed
The Free travels warm wind .

Ask the sky is not dark with anger,
Ask the peaceful expanse of fields ,
Ask forests
Pure -sounding voices,
To say how difficult
Journey of the soul , hurrying to the people.
Look for the island,
Where the green grass -
In it live love and peace
Forgotten the words .

Ask forests
Pure -sounding voices,
To say how difficult
Journey of the soul , hurrying to the people.
Look for the island,
Where the green grass -
In it live love and peace
Forgotten the words .

Look for the island,
Where the green grass -
In it live love and peace
Forgotten the words .