Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Бедная Птица

The poor bird
V.Butusov - I.Kormiltsev

I do not remember the name, this small town
I do not remember what it was a century
but I took you into the hands of a poor bird
which wounded stupid kids

I whispered tales of distant lands
I would like you to do a little bit nice
I promised you that I would return in a month
although he knew that he could not come back

as we do to hurt those who donate sky
and sweet speech, we will have to be ashamed of
and in my breast and in her cell instead of a heart
beating wings breaking this poor bird

I drank sweet wine to wash away the bitterness
I forget all that has been started all over again
but soft beds I did not know the rest
because in a dream this bird screaming

in a strange place where the shadows again meet each other
after a long journey after life hateful
I have to ask one good God -
the poor bird to forgive me

as we do to hurt those who donate sky
and sweet speech, we will have to be ashamed of
and in my breast and in her cell instead of a heart
beating wings breaking this poor bird