Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Перья алые бинтов

I Dream of migratory birds
From the far right and the song,
And state-owned hospital wall
Suddenly becomes narrow and cramped.
And the moon above my headboard
Light beckons me out of bed,
And bandages, rusted blood
Turns into a crimson feathers.

And it is not the body - soul Burnt,
The latter dreaming cartridge,
The star under which I was born,
I am looking at the burning sky.
A friend not remember the dashing,
Delicate as it is - it is the city,
He reached to the star of his quiet,
Nurses are not disturbed.

And from this great loss
I thought, weakening the brain:
It can be seen in something we are all to blame,
Too early to fly to their stars.
Find, at last, his I,
And the bed squeezed tighter arms ...
Goodbye, those who fight,
And forgive all those who are not with us.