Текст песни Зоя Ященко и группа Белая гвардия - Птичка

I have never seen,
I went out the front.
Bent trees, it was cool.
I hid hands
In deep pockets
Hid the tears on the ocean floor,
On transitions, in black alleys,
Raising his collar, I went faster and faster.
Through the corridors, smelling dust,
At the edge of the eaves,
Breaking the wings ...

What should I do
With love mine?

Walked along the boulevards,
Blooming chestnuts
Smoking taxi drivers,
Flashed country
Straining at the leash my oceans,
Beckoned and called in the big windows,
Shining gowns ballerina
On mannequins ...
But I'm alive!

On sidewalks, on the roofs of trams
I went faster and faster, breaking the wings,
Through the corridors, smelling dust,
At the edge of the eaves,
Breaking the wings ...
On a thin wire bird sang.
A little bird, what do I do? ..