Текст песни Витас - Редкая Птица

I was given a royal bird friends,
Rare birds, which can not fail to be proud of.
The heart of her I loved, and accepted and understood,
Honey scented feeding it directly to the palm of your hand.

Rare bird lived in my house,
Rare bird, two golden wing.

I let her go, so do not be sad nights.
To beat her shoulders on the sharp twigs.
With the song she dashed off in a white hush,
Only the gold ring is left in memory.

Rare bird lived in my house,
Rare bird, two golden wing.

Where are you now, and in which you are flying altitudes?
Rare bird found for yourself you someone?
In the wrong hands once you got to the deadline,
Or free? More precisely, once again alone.

Rare bird lived in my house,
Rare bird, two golden wing.