Let your birds go, set them free ,
Allow your heart to speak.
If asked
Midway
The endless minefield,
Answer: " I'm following Him".
Let your birds fly, let them fly
High,
So they reach the sky,
And there recite
The dreams of your heart
And how u miss His eyes.
Free senses over
Bosphorus Straight,
I beg you, don't bother to think.
If asked
When the birds' song came to its end,
You say:
"They've been singing to Him".
Dont be frightened to open the fort,
To greet and to send off a ship.
If you are asked how you're strong,
Say: "Out of Love to Him".
Original text in Russian by Evita Gainet
09/2017
Let your birds go
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