Текст песни состояние птиц - XXII

Among the shapeless shadows slid and fell sleepy eyes
Looking for a way to dumped fog trying to get back,
to their usual windows and walls ,
to things that reflect light
We are here , we have
and eternity will develop in time
Words and thoughts like leaves
Pluck the tongue and take root
that will destroy not noticeable from a distance
cement history
Perhaps death will open the door
white snow flowing down her cheeks from the cold age , give life color
and all traces of the smiles of children wound back to us .