Русская Правда - Cторож
текст песни

Not all the leaves have fallen in my garden yet
We're looking at the sky for something else, waiting for someone
Somewhere else the clouds are rushing and beckoning into the distance
I want something else, but I don’t regret anything

Birds, fly wherever you want, my birds
Animals, run wherever you want, my animals
Fishes, swim wherever you want, my fishes
I'm setting you free, free to go home

Moms and dads are tired of waiting for everyone, grandmothers are not sleeping
In the kitchen, cast iron kettles are boiling and pots are clinking.
The dough is ripe and the pies will be baked for you on time.
The tables will be set with a festive newspaper and the food will be fully poured.

Birds, fly wherever you want, my birds
Animals, run wherever you want, my animals
Fishes, swim wherever you want, my fishes
I'm setting you free, free to go home

No one knows what will remain after
The cages will become empty, the locks will rust, the coat will become worn out.
The old watchman, who, out of habit, rattles his keys
And he loses tears in his gray beard, drinks bitter and screams

Birds, fly wherever you want, my birds
Animals, run wherever you want, my animals
Fishes, swim wherever you want, my fishes
I'm setting you free, free to go home