Текст песни На грани мира - Птаха

Early bird,
Why are you calling me, I should sleep,
The sweetest dreams in the morning.
And you sing your song opposite
Songs full of eerie hope
And about the arrival of spring.

Early bird,
Take your body off the branches
The windows are closed
Fly to me through the glass -
These glasses are ghostly barriers
Don't divide us all the same
You're glad to me anyway.

Throwing off clothes, paper whips
Like the weight of the shackles.
Spring is like a victory in your voice
Over the long and wicked winter
But someone is singing with you.