Текст песни Птица-Света - Редкая птица

I - a rare bird , buddy .
Stretch out your hand - to lie down,
But my way is always lonely ,
And, you know , I did not want to.
Capricious I do not consider -
Himself can not change .
I 'm going to see you through paradise
And we meet again in hell :

Where blood is endangered rivers
Where are the tears of white mothers
Where just say "man"
But they become much more complicated .
to Catch a tired whisper :
" I'm sorry , my dear, good-bye ! "
And once again hit the road .
I 'm going to see you through paradise ...