Dona Eulalya The soul of the transformed is flying to the clouds Countless joy From the lakes, having risen from sleep, flies to the heavenly garden And in front of them is a swan, in the eyes, like a grove, sadness It's not you who is crying like this in the sky, the desolate Rus' Fly, fly, don't be afraid, everything has a time and a limit The winds flow into the song, and the song is endless Fly, fly, don't be afraid, everything has a time and a limit The winds flow into the song, and the song is endless Fly, fly, don't be afraid, everything has a time and a limit And the song is endless Fly, fly, don't be afraid, everything has a time and a limit
