Текст песни птички в глитче - доброй ночи

bird cell, the people for their own homes,
not quite free, but do not call the prison.
the main problem is: strengthen your home,
and the blue vault of heaven - that's my roof.
yet breathing woods somewhere clean air,
where I live and I remember just my address.
bury themselves in your same city,
under a layer of dust and blankets. in his room.
salvation in the blade, tablets, noose
no.
and there had never been.
look at that blue sky, sunset,
Leave all the problems of tomorrow, or behind the scenes.
yet in concrete coffins you die,
I will sing a song about it melting March.
and leave the room now nobody wants.
Well, good night, good night!