Текст песни картавый - Теперь все чаще чувствую усталость

Now, more often I feel fatigue,
more rarely speak about it now
Oh, the thoughts of my soul Handicraft,
cheerful and warm association.

What kind of bird are you currently invent,
to whom you give or sell them,
and in modern nest to dwell
and advanced voice singing?

Come, my soul, and I take out a feather!
Let the glory of the radio sing to us.
Tell me, my soul, looked like life,
It looked like a bird's eye view?

As long as the snow is out of nothingness,
circles the unpretentious cornices,
Draw the death of my street,
and thou, O bird, cries of life.

Here I go, and somewhere you're flying,
I have not heard our laments,
I live here, but somewhere you scream
and wings excited mashesh.