Текст песни Птицы мои птицы - алеся

I cut them out of paper,
My beautiful and magic birds.
They flew to the sky high
They batted in the sky so easy.

Birds My birds keep me yet
Birds My birds fly to the clouds,
there for clouds a distant bright light,
Birds My birds fly for you in the next.

So few of them remained white birds.
where did you born with the wind carried away,
I see you in a dream and on Java, when you eat I believe I live.