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by: Ilya Shambat - Mon, 6 Nov 2023 23:59 UTC

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Skj9CZNL2xE

Tell me, birds, what leads you into sky.
Over my head daringly you fly.
Maybe you fly with such easiness
For you aren't aspiring to success.
For you aren't tormented by the slights
From your flying past, your gorgeous past.

Fully, fly and keep flying,
It is midnight, in the zenith sun stands.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.

Tell this to me birds, time has arrived,
That our planet - is like fragile glass.
The clean birches, rivers and the fields,
All - more delicate than chandeliers.
Would from every side we soon be hearing
The crystal ringing, the farewell ringing?

By Alla Pugacheva
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat