Текст песни Мэтр Гренар - Перья

Left home, left again
Winter comes, can not catch
Fly around the trees, the snow came
Crane's feathers flies to the gods

Littered with feathers and the city forest
Silly belief does not believe the fox
There are two foxhole pen
A fox runs away the day before yesterday

And the owners of feathers flew south
And left us cry cranes
Those homeless birds do not catch up, each
So pull all your rambling speech in a row
About how bad winter
About how there is good
The fact that you'd have gone
If not, if not,
If not.

Tuck into the winter for both cheeks
A treacherous frost silvered whiskey
And it is not clear which year
This vague nonsense goes on and on

Closes his eyes, and flew in a dream
Flies forest, settled at the bottom
And other people's feathers overflew with wings
Whom to believe now that someone who used to be?

And the owners of feathers flew south
And left us cry cranes
Those homeless birds do not catch up, each
So pull all your rambling speech in a row
About how bad winter
About how there is good
The fact that you'd have gone
If not, if not,
If not.

You would give anything for a ticket to Drakkar
You probably Daedalus, Icarus, but rather
And resin boiled and spilled blood
If you take off, so you can fall

And while the sea is still far away
You leave your grief among the clouds
You leave yourself awakened by thunder
Let them find you by just a feather

And the owners of feathers flew south
And left us cry cranes
Those homeless birds do not catch up, each
So pull all your rambling speech in a row
About how bad winter
About how there is good
The fact that you'd have gone
If not, if not,
If not.