Текст песни В память о дяде - Мы очень скучаем...

What was he like - free as a bird,
That flies over the sea of ​​roofs.
Sometimes watching a flock of pigeon,
And Pleske white wings was happy.

Chorus:
In the blue distance as white as snow
Pigeon he flew.
Whirling sadness, like a blizzard,
He did not come back now.

He just knew that life without wings
Not pretty, is not necessary.
He just knew that would not be able to live in a cage,
And flew away forever in heaven.

Chorus:
In the blue distance as white as snow
Pigeon he flew.
Whirling sadness, like a blizzard,
He did not come back now.

He is free, sadness remained where
On Earth, leaving the house.
Where a dream: to play football as a child,
And the life of the ball flying - marathon.

Chorus:
In the blue distance as white as snow
Pigeon he flew.
Whirling sadness, like a blizzard,
He did not come back now.