Текст песни Марина Тихомирова, слова Василий Борисов - Так бывает

Here, birds go into pack,
The broken sheet flies away,
And everyone dreams of something
On the semi -entered land.
It happens.

It happens that a mongrel will boil.
The mongrel is not much necessary -
She is glad to the word good
Yes, well -fed to forget in warmth.
- It happens? - It happens.

It happens that a passerby passes
Hundreds of the same are similar.
Passes and does not notice.
And drowning in a faceless crowd.
It happens ... it happens ...

... but the world does not know underfoot,
That it is easier than fluff,
Air than bird flocks,
Gotting to the cooled land.
It happens.