Текст песни 009 Елена Фролова - Ласточки

Ink tender, we reheat
Over your monastery
and above the lake burning
Blue silver.

Tomorrow, dear, fly away -
In the morning sleepy in September.
In Tsaregda - at sunset,
In Nazareth - at the dawn.

But north we are in April
come back and here
you break, ink thin,
The first valley at the gate,
And, without understanding the bird
small and ring words,
You see us over the crosses
Turquoise domes.

June 10, 1920.