Текст песни Любовь Захарченко - Я отпущу его

I'll let him go, Lord,
Let it fly to where the cage is.
He saw the sky too rarely
To overcome this fear ...
Two wings are still fragile,
Its flight does not last long.
But his tit was tired of waiting,
Go and collected the crumbs.
A notebook has long been drawn,
And there is no living place on it.
And every cell is very crowded,
What's the use of going through them?
He doesn't fly to me
His appearance means
That he misses the height
And the sky is expensive.
Love, Lord, him - he is yours,
Until I landed again
Take care not to crash
He's a little bit alive out of habit.
Another moment in the clouds -
And the tit will be happy.
Fly, divine bird
What's the use of you in my hands.

Lyubov Zakharchenko.