Текст песни Хор Турецкого - Голуби летят над нашей зоной

Pigeons flying over our area,
Blue Nowhere barriers there.
As much as I would like to pigeons
In his native land to fly.

But the fence does not let the prison,
And several rows of spines,
All the tower watches
And the dogs rush to the grounds.

Outside the window the evening burns,
The sun goes out like a piece of coal.
In prison bunk sings,
His song the young lad.

He sings as difficult to live without will
Without love, without gentle friends,
In his song I heard so much pain,
Having heard that the prison around.

In the morning clanged bars,
He led the boy to be shot.
And it was the last word:
& quot; Son show haste & quot ;.

And because of prison corridors
I ran little boy about five years old
Rushed to the neck with a cry of: & quot; Dad,
Honey, take me with you & quot ;.

Pigeons flying over our area ...