Текст песни Середина неба - Птица

From the African lands, where even in winter heat,
On the cloudy region, where the cold wind blows,
Raised in the air ransacked swirl spring
I - a bird flying from south to north home.

To the north,
To the north, home.

At the bottom of the water, the earth, the earth, the water,
And thousands of miles to come to the nest.
Immutable my way incised in the sky line.
I - a bird flying from south to north home.

To the north,
To the north, home.

As the mouse hidden in the bushes, beckoning decoy,
Wingless bipedal hunter, not to aim at me.
No bullet, no I did not get shot, or arrow,
I - a bird flying from south to north home.

To the north,
To the north, home.