Текст песни минус - поют дрозды

Have you heard the blackbirds sing
No, not those blackbirds, not field ones,
And blackbirds, blackbirds wizards,
Singing Chosen of Russia.

So they settled in the woods,
Sounded to oblivion,
I recognize them by their voices.
Voiced masters of the moment.

Sounds grow like flowers
Sad, funny, any,
Hot to red
Those are coldish blue.

Gettin 'down to the morning star
Rainbows fall on the grass.
Caps off! Blackbirds are singing in the forest.
They sing for the soul, not for glory.
Caps off! Blackbirds are singing in the forest
They sing for the soul, not for glory.

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