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

Tempests and blizzards overcome the land

My white birds flew into sunny countries.

Make haste in the footsteps to the distant land,

To the distant land, the difficult way

To the bright sunny years.

Find my joy, that got lost in grief

Bring to me the song about the spring was born

Find the ray that was covered by the black clouds

And the living spring of water to water the gardens.

Find in the silence the gentle voice of my beloved,

Return to me warm of her hands that give me strength, and her glance.

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

The heat of human hearts, warmed

By the warm wind of free wandering.

Ask the sky not to darken in anger

Ask the fields for peaceful expanse

Ask the forests for clean, clear voices

To talking about that, so difficult

The way of the soul, hurrying to the people.

Find islands where the grass is green,

Where lost words of love and peace are living