Текст песни василий бородин - По светло-серой мгле небес

through the light gray mist of heaven
in the folk song of the Sov
flies, one hundred years fly one arrow
over the rustle of the forest

and if you meet her
then do not expect death
but just ahead of one longing
and timid rains

so cry over Nekrasov
in the living rooms
and suddenly flags are flying red
the likeness of the river

and a puddle on the conflagration
deserted so it burns
as with a dying companion
Comrade says:

we will build broad
large cubes-houses
there will be windows clear-eyed
there will be light of mind

out - through the blinding blue of heaven
in the folk song of the day
flies, one hundred years fly one arrow
over the sea from the fire