Текст песни Владимир Бережков - Белая птичка

There’s a white bird flying over Moscow - where?
She needs to be higher so as not to touch the wires.
Or maybe come back? She has a lot to do on earth.
My guardian angel is tired, flew to rest.

It will be white, white, white snow
Like a hundred years ago.
The bells will gather us all
We will see each other again.
We will see each other again.

I know a beautiful autumn garden.
And red apples again hang over Moscow.
And I can see from below, through the yellow foliage green,
Like white birds fly and fly from Moscow.

It will be white, white, white snow
Like a hundred years ago.
The bells will gather us all
We will see each other again.
We will see each other again.