Evgeniya Sotnikova Fly Away On The Wings Of The Wind
Fly away on wings of wind
To native lands, our native song,
To there, where we sang you freely,
Where we were so carefree with you.
There, under sultry skies,
With bliss the air is full,
There, to the whisper of the sea, mountains doze in the clouds.
There, the sun shines so brightly,
Bathing [our] native mountains in color.
In the meadows, roses bloom luxuriously,
And nightingales sing in the green forests;
And sweet grape grows.
There is more carefree for you, song
And so fly away there!