Текст песни Дрейф Нуля - Птичка

See a bird of people
When you fly in the clouds
Under the moon itself
On delicate wings?

And over you is the plane,
In the windows of the eye with the void,
And under you a house with silence

And under his roof
I drink bitter tea
Oh, my bird,
Oh, cut out.

Soon the thunderstorm will begin
And the wind does not fly,
You drink tea with me
And the heart trembles.

And your feathers in the jam,
And you get about the sky,
So keen me on the lips,
What are you waiting for?