歌词
Fly away on wings of wind,
To our home land, song of ours,
Where we sang you freely,
The place where, together, we were so untroubled.
There, under the burning sky
The air is full of bliss,
There, among the sea's murmur,
The mountains are slumbering in the clouds.
There, the sun is shining so bright,
It covers the native mountains with light,
In the valleys, the roses are richly blooming,
The nightingales are singing in the green forests,
And sweet grapes are growing.
There you'll be more free, song of mine,
That's the place where you should fly away to.
Fly away ! Fly away ! Fly away !
Written by: Alexander Borodin, Andrey Stoychev
