Lyrics Юрий Никулин - Щегол

Three years did not have a spring, and suddenly, she came,
I heard over my head, on the very edge of the war,
The forgotten whistle slithered.
To all the still white light,
Goldfinch, whistled,
That there is no war - was and is not,
And we, our friends live .......

As we were able to cover the table,
We were in love,
Shchegla, each other, in silence,
And they say one dandy, does not make spring.
To all the still white light,
Goldfinch, whistled,
That there is no war - was and is not,
And we, our friends, live ...

I remember those days, and the song was cracked,
He whistled and flew away,
We were not the only ones who were slacking, the whole army was waiting.
To all the still white light,
Goldfinch, whistled,
That there is no war, there has been and is not,
And we, our friends, live.
That there is no war - was and is not,
And we, our friends, live!