Скворцы [Skvortsy] [English translation]

I was making starling-houses in the spring

That were like palaces

Fly here, my hooligans,

You are my birds.

I made happy the boards

Without relax in the morning,

To make comfortable houses

For your children.

The starlings're flying to home,

The starlings're flying, flying.

Starling-girls look at starling-boys so seriously

So seriously

Look at, look at.

The starlings flying to home,

The starlings flying, flying.

Starling-girls look at starling-boys so seriously

So seriously

Look at, look at.

The songs will walk around this place,

The groves will be green.

Sing, sing not for fame,

For the spring.

Sing for the celebration

Your serene song.

Song for all times, song for the heart,

And I will join.

The starlings're flying to home,

The starlings're flying, flying.

Starling-girls look at starling-boys so seriously

So seriously

Look at, look at.

The starlings flying to home,

The starlings flying, flying.

Starling-girls look at starling-boys so seriously

So seriously

Look at, look at.

• Artist:Lyube
• Album:Песни о людях