Текст песни Paul Baldhill - Капель

Breathe the air full of moisture
Under the overture to a symphony of songbirds,
On spring and ruddy sun
On a smile is not coming down from the parties.
Take a look at like a varnished
Brilliant sparkling snow,
On the streams, that the transition to running,
Aspire to the mouths of rivers and deltas.

It's time it's time to get crazy
While it is too late.
Once again, the war in the spring we
Birds build their nests in progress.
Let sag wire
Under the flock of bullfinches,
From the roofs of the water falls again
On behalf of Capel.

I do not want to go there
Where in the four walls of captivity.
Why are big and gray city
I hurry up and hurry to do?
Coming out of the stuffy subway car
On the slopes of the Sparrow Hills,
Where is the best
I understand that soon will come

We are drops of water
With iron roofs,
The streams of love,
In the clouds of our youth.