Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Соловьи

Oh! As the birds are singing,
So in captivity do not sing.
Pleasuring you,
God's word, freedom.

Nightingales, nightingales,
I would like to die,
Under akathist
Such.

Do not look at me,
Evil essence of paganism.
Who changes the creator in the creation?

Set aside until the human trial,
Open your heart for a moment.

So rejoice also rejoice,
Bad weather on evil.
Here find ourselves living service:
Do the overnight glorification without words,
Invoke the grace of the countryside.

What attracts you here
From zamorzkih latitudes?
There's much more satisfying and beautiful.

Or will not the same or not the air -
I know and you can not live without Russia.

Where are you my judge? -
I stand before you.
And his head ready to enlist,
As long as we have,
So sing before God,
Nothing in Russia is not going to happen.