Текст песни Владимир Муромцев и группа Редкая Птица - Редкая птица

Rare Bird

We will not become a legend of Russian rock,
The granite is not flogged our faces.
In the high sky we fly alone:
A rare, rare birds.

We will not accept the ranks of generals chanson.
The chariot luck extra borehole,
We are flying in the sky - not an eagle, not a raven:
A rare, rare birds.

Our songs are hardly help tourists
In the third of a fire in the harmonious blend.
Our wings are easy as breathing flutist:
A rare, rare birds.

We do not need to play - simply substitute the wind
The strings of our love, our life page.
We were without the sky itself is impossible to imagine:
A rare, rare birds.