Tell me, birds, what leads you into sky. Over my head daringly you fly. Maybe you fly with such easiness For you aren't aspiring to success. For you aren't tormented by the slights From your flying past, your gorgeous past. Fully, fly and keep flying, It is midnight, in the zenith sun stands. Verse by verse to the whole planet Give away this song I'm singing And the sun showers' silver threads. Verse by verse to the whole planet Give away this song I'm singing And the sun showers' silver threads. Tell this to me birds, time has arrived, That our planet - is like fragile glass. The clean birches, rivers and the fields, All - more delicate than chandeliers. Would from every side we soon be hearing The crystal ringing, the farewell ringing. Fully, fly and keep flying, It is midnight, in the zenith sun stands. Verse by verse to the whole planet Give away this song I'm singing And the sun showers' silver threads. Verse by verse to the whole planet Give away this song I'm singing And the sun showers' silver threads. Sang by Alla Pugacheva Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat/russian-songs
