Крила [Kryla] [English translation]

I can fly, but I would like to have his wings

They shine in the darkness, and a ray of light to me he is

I am free like a bird, but I would like to have his skies

Of all of the world treasures I need only his touch

Why did you choose me

And this wondrous path with me

There are many stones on it

There is a mountain after mountain on it

Why do you carry me

When there is no strength to go on

When I ам in the embrace of dejection

You take off those wings for me

ʊː wings

ʊː wings

ʊː wings

ʊː wings

I searched for a long time in the darkness, in the skies, on waves

I believed in myself, but I would like to have his wings only

Why did you choose me

And this wondrous path with me

There are many stones on it

There is a mountain after mountain on it

Why do you carry me

When there is no strength to go on

When I ам in the embrace of dejection

You take off those wings for me

And you teach to never stop

Be it stones and mountains to walk through

It is so hard to lose on it

Evil and indifferent people you come upon on it

And you are saying that we must forgive

You carry me through the muddy slop

And I can fly by myself already

But I want only his wings

And I learned to love a long time ago

But never loved so much as him

Why did you choose me

And this wondrous path with me

There are many stones on it

There is a mountain after mountain on it

Why do you carry me

When there is no strength to go on

When I ам in the embrace of dejection

You take off those wings for me

ʊː wings

ʊː wings