Текст песни Птицами - Дома из соломы

You know, these are your new fables
Excellent food for the mind.
I say to myself, smile,
Smile a little wider, my friend.
Somewhere jumping stock prices.
Somewhere in the river channel has changed.
I'm not that be something hurt,
I probably did.
This is not a canvas of Van Gogh or Dali.
It's just a love anthem.
You have so much pain,
What it is today - with the other.
I burned. I do not lose anything.
You can write about love.
It can be a pain.
But what do you know about people,
Which is not pizdabolyat.
You can dream about the Balkans,
And chic evening by candlelight.
But what you saw
Also empty glasses,
Yes, hands on the shoulders of others.
We ask ourselves.
It's not yours, my tears. And it is not junk.
There on top, sees the bosses.
I sincerely wish you happiness
Those with whom you along the way.
Time to forgive.
Finally.
Please, do not need fairy tales,
Where to sit all together in a row,
Where is the joy and mugs full of rum.
I saw these houses of straw.
They burn very quickly.