Song about Chibisa


A road lapwing, the road lapwing,
He shouts, waves, eccentric:
"Oh, tell me, whose you are, ah, tell you whose
And why, why you're going here? "

Do not shout, winged, do not worry you for nothing,
Let us enter, we are not in your green garden.
You see, we, guys, we - feathered friends
And your, your not touch lapwing.

The sky is blue, meadow grass rustles,
You choose any path.
This - our with you, all of us dear,
This is our, dear, dear, beloved land.

And when it blooms, and when he calls,
We're leaving in the long journey.
On steppe latitudes, across the river ford
The entire country, the country we want to go