Текст песни ВИА Дружба - На крыльях ветра

How many roads should every pass,
So how could he be able to become a man?
How many seas will fly out on the way
To the native shores of doves?
How many shells on the air will take off,
While wars end the term?

The answer to the question of me the wind brought,
I brought the wind on the wings.

How many centuries can cliffs stand,
until you get suddow?
How much we can endure and silent,
While not free, a friend?
How many things we will close
What is happening around?

The answer to the question of me the wind brought,
I brought the wind on the wings.

How many times are we, turning to heaven,
Have not seen star tract?
How many times, by a hurry,
Did you hear the crying of children?
How many deaths see us,
To shout: "Pretty deaths!"

The answer to the question of me the wind brought,
I brought the wind on the wings.