Текст песни Роман Неумоев - Зяблики

In life, everything sometimes seems to be a ghostly, colored, long dream,
Either he is happy, fabulous, or heavy and gloomy ...
Only white ships all sail south with the winds
Yes, in winter, the poor are sleeping under the snow, evil finches ...

How they sing, darlings, on the damp branches of autumn
With the stored strength they are flying over the mainland ...
We ought to feel sorry for us - we are all poor on earth,
Lonely finches, and around the fields are snowy ...

Let the ships sail, sail to their distant marvelous south,
Yes, birches are waiting for finches, but tears are pouring down them in spring ...
Let the ships sail, sail to their distant marvelous south,
Yes, birches are waiting for finches, but tears are pouring down them in spring ...