Птицы белые мои [Ptitsy belye moi] [English translation]

Storms and blizzards conquered the land

My white birds flew towards the sun

Make haste on the lost trail to the distant land,

To the distant land, the difficult path

to the light sunny years.

Seek my joy, that was lost in grief

Bring back to me the song of the blooming spring.

Seek the rays that shut off the clouds

And the spring of living water feeds the gardens.

Seek in the silence the gentle voice of my beloved,

Return to me the warmth of hands, giving strength, and her glance

Bring back to me the joy of mountainous and spring rivers,

The heat of human hearts, warmed by the wind of free wandering.

Ask the sky not to darken in anger

Ask the fields for peaceful freedom

Ask the forests for clean, clear voices

to talk about that, so difficult

The path of the soul, hurrying to the people.

Seek islands where the grass is green

In which forgotten words of love and peace live