Текст песни Елена Фролова - Как подует ветер, побегу навстречу

As the wind blows, I run forward,
I squaring his shoulders and become easier
Climb up to the sky, I see the Father,
I'll tell him that he did
Wooden wings ...

What is burning under their feet wet earth,
As birds flying, and people - can not,
What heart does not believe and does not sing,
But hiding in a tree, a bird flying -
Wooden wings ...

Fly away, fly away!
In the sky a rainbow saint
In the sky, the sun melts the ball,
But the soul is still alive.

Heart - a flaming engine.
I did not know until now,
With living flame of the day
It grows out of me.

As the wind blows, I run forward,
I squaring his shoulders and become easier
Climb up to the sky, I see the Father,
I'll tell him that he did
Wooden wings ...