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Old Russian folk song “Fly Little Feather“, performed by Arina Petrova. (Арина Петрова. Лети пёрышко). Fly, little feather Through the little field Whisk away, little feather My bitter regrets. From my face Wipe away the specks of dust Turn about, to become My little wing. I wish I could have had wings Like the falcon, I wish I were strong Like the bits of stone. I would have many brothers, Like the little tree, I would live a little life With a new crown. I would not be lying now On that dear open ground I would not be looking Into the sky, in the clouds. I would not ask this Light feather And chase away, sweep away My bitter regrets. Fly, little feather Through the little field Whisk away, little feather My bitter regrets. From my face Wipe away the specks of dust Turn about, to become My little wing.
