Текст песни Алиса Апрелева - Белые птицы

White birds

The sky is de-energized: do not wait for a thunderstorm.
Waiting for the wind to go to bed
to the hot ground.

Light ash covers the pupils
eyes wide open to the sky.
No stars are visible over big cities.

There are no bridges between the stone banks.
Flowers rot under the asphalt skies.
And somewhere white birds fly through the rain
white birds fly through the rain ...

Rough happiness: looking up.
Seven dead moons rolled under the eyelids.
Bursting with the cross of the body,
Writing letters to Christ
chalk on the white wall of a hospital march,
on the blackboard, on the angel wings.

No stars are visible over big cities.
There are no bridges between the stone banks.
Flowers rot under the asphalt skies.
And somewhere white birds fly through the rain
white birds fly through the rain ...