Текст песни Наутилиус Помпилиус - Клетка

Songbird, an angel caught in a snare,
Rainbow prisoner of the insidious and clever hands,
Messenger heaven, forgive me
Caught you, you are mine.
Your cell will rise near the window.
Song of your other birds can be heard.
Someone in her hear the laughter,
Someone in her hear crying,
And someone in it hears footsteps at the door.
It came to the executioner.

And the bird sings, is still alive birder,
And the fowler is alive until the bird is singing.
The bird and birder understand without words,
When discussing the upcoming flight,
Joint flight.

Hail the wings for what strong.
Hail the bars, because in his chest.
The old woman comes in early spring,
Her eyes are red.
It produces from the cells into the wild
Prophetic dreams.

And the bird sings, is still alive birder.
And the fowler is alive until the bird is singing.
Who among us has a bird and who is a birder?
Knower word ought not words, have no need of words ...