Текст песни Т. Буланова - Птица

Paradise of hot countries
Lulls the bird in the cold winter
But it's spring again
And longing calls her to take the wing again.
There's an ocean ahead
But the native heart wants to return to the nest.

Long bored in winter,
The bird flies to its home
She is looking for a strip of sweet shores,
Soon he will see them given,
The bird is tired
So far to fly to them, so far.

The ocean sleeps
He enveloped the heart of the bird with his blue,
Over your head,
Its reflection spread without banks.
Only in the heart is love
Overwhelmed the whole world stronger than the ocean.

Long bored in winter,
The bird flies to its home
She is looking for a strip of lovely shores,
Soon he will see them in the distance,
The bird is tired
So far to fly to them, so far.

Long bored in winter,
The bird flies to its home
She is looking for a strip of lovely shores,
Soon he will see from afar
The bird is tired
So far to fly to them, so far.

That there is a shadow ahead
Has appeared, or here it is the long-awaited coast ...

Long bored in winter,
The bird flies to its home
She is looking for a strip of lovely shores,
Soon he will see them in the distance,
The bird is tired
So far to fly to them, so far.