Текст песни Ольви - Черные птицы

Black birds
( mus . T.Scherbakov , et seq. Belov )

I am black birds reared in his breast ,
And in the days when I fell from impotence ,
When I stervenel and a wolf howled,
I heard a rustling in the wings .

A bird sang often at night
About the void, the fear and the pain ,
The fact that God sent me to hell ,
The fact that it is high time to chance .

Birds do not have names , only flight
And prophetic dreams in the morning :
As in a dark window sparkles sunrise,
And extinguished candle in the wind ...

And on the day when everything will be decided ,
I'll tear silver threads ,
And at dawn, throwing open the window ,
I 'll have a black bird : " Fly ! "

And the day will explode resounding silence.
Avoiding all barriers and borders,
I have treated over the scorched earth,
Seeing the world through the eyes of a black bird.

I tore the mask from the face of life
Hoping to end the game ...
But beating heart in the chest of others -
A candle was burning in the wind ...