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08.03.2021

A magic bugle

When a sunrise with a bright flow
Is streaming from the mountains
Above the sunny Artek1
A magic bugle is singing:
'Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta-ta,
Tra-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta, ta!'
 
And it seems that the globe
Is whirling faster
And at once all Artek kids
Artek kids, Artek kids
Are standing in a single formation.
 
When our campfire is ringing
and is flaming under the wind
Then again over the Artek
A magic bugle is singing:
'Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta-ta,
Tra-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta, ta!'
 
And we believe, guys
In such evenings
That at once all Artek kids
Artek kids, Artek kids
Have gathered around a campfire
 
Always above the Black Sea
At the blue Crimea mountains
A magic bugle invitingly
and fervently is singing:
'Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta-ta,
Tra-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta, ta!'
 
And it seems that the globe
Is whirling faster
/And at once all Artek kids
Artek kids, Artek kids
Are standing in a single formation.-x2/
 
11.06.2020

Farewell, pigeons!

1
So we became one year older,
And such time comes:
We are seeing our pigeons
To the farewell flight.
Let them fly, let them fly
And may they never meet any obstacles anywhere.
 
2
Why have suddenly our blue eyes turned misty,
These are our childhood years leaving us, flying out from our hands.
Let them fly, let them fly,
They would never be able to come back.
 
3
We two are beginning the journey together,
And the dawn is getting brighter and brighter.
And as the memory of your childhood,
Pigeon feathers are twirling above.
Let them fly, let them fly,
Just like snowflakes in the winter.
 
4
Our future, please come here already,
Broaden up, horizon!
We were flying our pigeons just yesterday,
But tomorrow we will send Sputniks in to the space.
Let them fly, let them fly
And may they never meet any obstacles anywhere.
 
06.06.2020

Miracles, and nothing more

We are not bombs, we are painting friendship
We sing and dance about it, -
School waltz and funny polka …
Miracles, miracles, and nothing more!
 
Chorus:
Miracles, miracles!
Miracles, miracles, and nothing more!
Miracles, and nothing more!
 
A mysterious stomp is heard in the class.
This is our respected robot.
He has a difficult setup!
Miracles, miracles, and nothing more!
 
Chorus:
Miracles, miracles!
Miracles, miracles, and nothing more!
Miracles, and nothing more!
 
We are the hope of Soviet sport.
We have only one step to the record.
Faster than all my friend Kolka,-
Miracles, miracles, and nothing more!
 
Chorus:
Miracles, miracles!
Miracles, miracles, and nothing more!
Miracles, and nothing more!
 
For the sake of music, notes are written.
And study is needed for work.
How many things we have in the future, how many!
Miracles, miracles, and nothing more!
 
Miracles, miracles!
Miracles, miracles, and nothing more!
Miracles, and nothing more!