Once I remember, as a child, I:
I sang my mother,
The fact that there is a happy edge,
In which life is not life, and heaven.
There are no tears, no troubles, no storms,
And in the sky as a pure azure
Above the outline of the rivers and villages
Soars, steppe eagle soars.
Chorus:
Do not fly away, fly away not!
Yet a little wander
And in your wonderful, wonderful edge
You show me the way.
And though it is very far away,
You reach the bottom there easily,
Will overcome any way.
Please do take me with you.
Take me with you!
Since then, it took many years:
And no tales and no birds.
But sometimes, looking up,
I look longingly I the heavens.
And maybe, in my destiny
In one of the gloomy winter days,
Bringing hope and warmth,
Flash of an eagle's wing
Chorus:
Do not fly away, fly away not!
Yet a little wander
And in your wonderful, wonderful edge
You show me the way.
And though it is very far away,
You reach the bottom there easily,
Will overcome any way.
Please do take me with you.
Take me with you!
Do not fly away, fly away not!
Yet a little wander
And in your wonderful, wonderful edge
You show me the way.
Do not fly away, fly away not!
You reach the bottom there easily,
Will overcome any way.
Please do take me with you.
Take me with you!