Текст песни ПТИЦА - кто летать мечтал...

I'm probably a bird Hand
Only here do not have the hands to me
And my little country
Or big, but not mine

Bird-treated does not catch,
Fly away, I waved wing,
You do still do not know,
You know me then.

I have treated over the masters,
Lord, you are me-not family.
You do not trozhte hands
Your hands are not for me!

Wings bird oblomatenki
Can anyone who did not fly.
Those who can not accept,
Who wanted to fly, but fell!

The life of the bird will not be long,
Only birds without you, we can not!
Maybe someone will judge me,
And maybe someone will understand me.

I vzlechu to the sun,
And I and the stone down,
Open your little window
The songs you'll sing an encore!