Текст песни Леся Горова - Маленька пташка

I'm a little bird among predators,
I have been flying somewhere for centuries.
Near and far, everywhere, here and here,
I change the route like the wind.

Chorus:
He is not happy,
He who does not love his
He does not appreciate the land where he was born.
So money is a price,
Whoever drinks to the bottom,
And he never learned to love his own.

There are so many ways in the endless sky,
There's a little bird among the predators,
So for some reason he doesn't want to be above them,
So for some reason he does not believe in the power of his wings.

Chorus.

Remember who you are
And where are your roots,
Yellow field, blue sky and freedom wings.
Through the mountains and valleys
Feel the Homeland,
There are your roots, there is your strength.

Lyrics and music: Lesya Gorova (album "I am a patriot")