Текст песни Руст - Душа

The sky sails the longing birds flying to the south
The wind throws the rain handfuls in the glass.
Well, my soul is a wounded pichuga,
Jumping awkwardly want to get up on the wing.

Only fly two single birds.
Fall one by one - nice not silent,
See, my soul is doomed
Stupid moth right in the flame candle.

Sweet me in the scene, aspal Pad in the palm of your hand
Cute, do not be silent, what do we do with you?
Us to the cliff are autumn red horses
The wind whistles robbed over my head.

Cute, we will run away, we will leave from hunting,
Our secret is our secret where you know the sign?
Autumn pipe in the field, the power is knocking on the gate.
Give me a hand, go - pierced time to fly.