Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Птицелов

Listen in the word cloud the sunbeam has melted
put off our conversation for at least half an hour
a sad owl flies to us
silence lies in her claws

how birds our words go to a ghostly land
but again the chicks curl in their cooled father’s nest
tearing outstretched tunes
and hungry mouths

but soon these words will try on the wings of a dream
how hard it is to hold them back we wave again
and again the owl replaces us with words

listen you birders you know the value of words
they can be caught by a network but they cannot live in a cage
the word bursts out with an arrow suddenly
from familiar hands

(Stepanov - Azin)