Author: Shiqiqi Bachov
Woman: Countless times, I stretched by the olive tree between heaven and earth.
A pair of white young pigeons are released in your palm.
M: Countless times, when the sun trembled and was lifted by the horizon, it trembled and set again.
Every morning and evening, I sing an affectionate "Nothing" to the far south.
Song of lyrics.
Woman: He stood on the unknown grass in the subtropical jungle for the last time.
Get up and pay tribute to the motherland. The red fountain of life surges and never returns.
Stop. Therefore, the sunset glow that day was very red.
Man: In this way, he gave himself the last pulse on the grass, the last time.
Breathe, for 22 years old. In this way, he will remain young forever.
Woman: So, his life is always young.
M: He is an ordinary person.
Woman: Very ordinary,
They are our childhood friends.
Woman: We were friends when we were young.
He never dreamed of heroes and marshals, not even.
I especially like those stories about war.
W: He is infatuated with his pigeons, his beautiful white pigeons. Every time I am a pigeon.
When the child takes off from his shoulder, he always hears him blowing into the basket sky.
Bright and free and easy pigeon whistle
Man: But, one day, he said that he would join the army and go to the south front.
W: So, on a foggy morning, he packed his backpack and said goodbye to us.
Man: He said that a white dove died in the south and someone had to go to the front.
Woman: Yes, someone has to go to the front.
Man: He said he loved pigeons, so he wanted to go to the front.
Woman: He likes pigeons. He wants to go to the front.
Man: He said that you are alive, struggling, happy and in love.
Woman: He said that you should be happy and love each other.
Man: He said, bleeding is to open sunshine and love, and to open movies.
The vast and quiet sky.
Woman: Quiet sky. He said it was to make all the white pigeons never die.
Fly freely.
Man: At this time, you cried and there were tears on your face.
Woman: I cried. There are tears on my face.
Man: He said, you are still a little girl, a silly little girl.
Woman: He said, I am a little girl, a little silly girl.
Man: He gave a long whistle with a smile.
Woman: whistle, very beautiful whistle.
M: Then, eyes stare at each other.
Woman: I stared for a long time and said nothing.
Man: Finally, he took the white dove out and put it in our hands.
Woman: Turn around and set foot on the winding path.
He: After that, he never came back, and he will never come back. ...
M: On that day,
Woman: That day,
I see the sunset glow is very red. On that day, he was always young, his life.
Life is always young. Pigeons fly, fly and draw a long arc.
Lines lead to long and endless nostalgia.
Man: My song is spinning. It's lowland, lowland. But I always believe
A grass will hear this song in the remote subtropical jungle.
Remember with us. So, when we face light light blue countless times.
The sky and the red light,
Woman: I always feel that there is an unknown story that has not been told.
Man: I always feel that there is a loud pigeon whistle echoing for a long time.
Together: countless times, we opened our palms and released a pair of young white pigeons. not have
Several times, we sang soulful songs to the far south.