Текст песни А. Кафтанов ft. CLANN - Птица

Once we all wrote on fuel from sorrow
About those bruises that we have come in childhood.
About the little princes who fled from the cradle
Seeing dreams in an uncomfortable and adult body.

We grew up young and beautiful eccentrics,
With scored trash and rags crazy.
With a terrible habit of popping up from bedrooms,
Prove to all that you are wise / rich / normal.

Someday, friend, we will be able to stay,
Listen and guess what kind of bird
Flying without anxiety over the pass.
And the tablecloth us roads. And the sky is covered to us.