Текст песни Моя дорогая - Стая

Clear Wrist Throne Blade
On the back of happiness - Alay Crown
Who set us from the very edge
Where are you my native flock.

Flew away, flew off a cry
On the edge of the bed buried the old man
Through the fog window moaning
Where are you my native flock

I remember the rocks yes gray waves
Wings still small yes eyes are full
I want to breathe somewhere above
Where are you native .. yes who will hear me

Raw, poured the scarlet watercolor
Disrupted the door locked the door
Whispering for eyes, speak sick
Where are you my native flock

I remember the stones through the palm
I understand, I understand that it makes no sense to remember
And on the horizon wings caught
My native flock is moving home

Release people, let it get warm
Toli will still be ahead of all childhood
Only at night the cage locked
She crys too: "Where is my flock .."