Текст песни Иван Царевич - Лети душа...

Dry wind, but unbearable heat
The dewy valleys have dried up.
The earth turned black - ash and sand ...
To wash the edge, tormented by misfortune,
I would cry, but the tears are burning
I would scream into the sky, but there is a lump in my throat.

Chorus:
Soul, fly!
Where the rains live
To where the sleeping house is
Light and thunder will wake you up.
Fly, soul,
Breathing alive with hope.
Fly, keeping your fate
Where they are waiting for me.

Not a single soul for a hundred miles.
A gray hill, and above it a mute churchyard.
The land became scarce for a month's journey.
To find those who once lived here
I would call, but I have no strength to wait
I would fly into the sky, but a stone in my chest.