Текст песни Олег Паламарчук - Серый воробушек

Grey sparrow you in my fist,
Fingers opened, and give you the sky.
White birds call your soul upward,
To give her the clothes of pure snow.

We do not know how to love without regard to pain
Happiness together - a reservoir for yesterday's freedom.
Bytom and boredom around the shores of the blue,
Salty wind carrying us joy years.

What can I say - I have only the sky and you,
Waves do not count - I'm used to their cruel game.
Ash overland walk strangers dreams
They are not up to us, their razmoyut rains in September.

Chasing a ghost, or hanging in the void,
Where there is no solid ground, where the longing without end.
I have stuck soul, with all my soul to you,
Maybe together we will be able to stick to the heavens.