Flying migratory birds


Flying migratory birds
In autumn gave blue -
They fly in a hot country,
I stayed with you.

I stayed with you,
Native country forever!
I do not need Turkish coast
And I do not need Africa.

I have a lot of countries perevidel,
Pacing with a rifle in his hand,
And there was no more bitter sorrow,
The live far away from you.

I changed my mind a lot of doom
With friends in a distant land,
And there was no more debt,
You execute your will.

Let me drowning in the swamps,
Let I froze on the ice,
But if you tell me again -
I pass it all over again.

Their desires and hopes
Contact me with you forever -
With thy harsh and clear,
With thy enviable fate.

Flying migratory birds
Bygone summer look for.
They fly in a hot country,
And I do not want to leave.

I stayed with you,
My dear party!
I do not need someone else's sun,
Foreign land not nuzhna.1949