Текст песни Михаил Трегер - Романс

Watching birds from a height down,
Watch the birds from the nest swell,
I exclude myself from
Those who were born for the flight.

Love is not there, love happens
How dwells in the clouds
Magnificent, white stork,
Planet hidden in pupils,
But the bird's voice, like a spike,
Roots hiding in the ground,
And secretly shoes cold
The wing is treated warm.

Love is not there, love happens
How wins the night candle
Where in a narrow flame burns
You invented the hearth,
And sinful wounds
Her heightening fire
We are resurrected believing in a miracle,
But this miracle do not live.

Bless for the ghost of happiness,
For short flight,
Love holy selfhood
Her untimely care
And poultry broken
And tears of falling candles
Love is not there, love happens
Thank you, thank you ...

Watching birds from a height down,
Watch the birds from the nest swell,
I exclude myself from
Those who were born for the flight.