Текст песни Константин Никольский - Ночная Птица

What sings a night bird
One in autumn silence?
About what is soon separated
And will see only in a dream.
That tomorrow is in the path is not free,
Playing the wings will fly.
That life is stupid without risk,
And the truth will still win.

Night songs of birds of things
I became food for the soul.
I understood suddenly a simple thing -
It will be difficult for me to say goodbye to her.

Cold in the morning Creek Last
Only quit my ...
Night singer, I am your heir
Fly, I am a fast song ...

Cold in the morning Creek Last
Only quit my ...
Night singer, I am your heir.
Fly, I am a fast song ...