Текст песни Михаил Башаков - Птица перелётная

The bird of passage take with me,
With all my soul I'll mournful relatives .
There, under the clouds to me longing to appease ,
I will be hands like wings waving .

You , dense forests , will hide me,
All my kruchinushku forever buried .
There nekoshenoy path I will walk,
To no one guessed how my heart aches .

Wind , you 've only Section of the balance,
Drown The cold water all my sadness .
So explain to me , so that in the conversation :
The heart beats , and the like as pomёr .