Текст песни В. Дьяконов - Белый самолет

My house on the river, cherry tree by the fence -
Dream of me darling aside.
There, beyond the blue, in the side of the home,
Waiting for my good girl.

Young always build cities,
Happiness can not be without anxiety,
But calls to their native shores
Mom's evening window.

I will return to their homes -
White flight to the home turn,
swift-winged bird
Easily understand my grief!

The heart is not sadness - joy ahead,
Beysya until the last blow!
And he sings the way on my chest
The old father's guitar.

I will return to their homes -
White flight to the home turn,
swift-winged bird
Easily understand my grief!