Song of starlings


For many years, in the spring from the south
The house with a withered willow
Starling flew with a friend
On the Arbat in your birdhouse.

But one morning in March,
Returning back home,
I could not find it on the Arbat
House with dried willow ...

Chorus:
On the ground, there are roads everywhere
And in Moscow, all lead the way.
Cities on earth very much,
But such as Moscow, does not find it!

Very proud, very important
Concrete and glass
I have grown seven-story house
Where the hut was ...

Starling did not recognize the Arbat -
Everywhere new palaces!
And Arbat guys
Sing like starlings:

Chorus.

Starling looked offended
A high house a stranger,
Suddenly he saw on the roof
Their birdhouse blue.

These are children, those who lived
In the house with dry willow,
Take with them not forgotten
Blue birdhouse his own.

Chorus.
1939