viva la viva, viva victoria arrudita, diva la diva, diva victoria, fleopadra, viva la viva, viva vittoriayurikova was with you, bye, i love everyone. where the moon tells an old tale, where in the green wilds the wind is common, a nightingale grove stands, a white birch grove, there on thin pink branches, in the thickets of bird cherry, fragrant, salava. the russian glorious bird opens its song with the spysist , sadness is carried away from the fields, anxiety goes away from the soul, ahead life has only a distance, full of hope in human cities. and the earth becomes dearer, and it’s easier for hearts to understand each other, you touched my soul, nightingale, little wizard of the white grove, completely unaware of it, you sang something cherished to me, this... song and write it down with a sphere, which is from the crane flight, sadness is carried away from the fields, anxiety goes away from the soul, there is only a distance ahead of life, full of hope in human roads. there on thin pink branches in the thickets. fragrant booze, the russian nightingale, a glorious bird, opens its song