Текст песни Птицами - искра

That's how - to walk the earth
Without iron shackles.
We like eight years
And today I am so unutterably
Easily.
I struggled on my shelf, as if in a trench,
And people's eyes agape, poked fingers.
They've never seen someone so widely
Smiled.
Six heavy volumes Steinbeck in his knapsack.
And someone's drunken chatter in the vestibule
It will be easier.
Tea all cold,
But you tell me briefly
On the future plans for life
I, believe me, so I want to stay
Yet.
The arteries of the city is asleep,
Slumbers in every brick skeletons of houses.
I try to avoid squabbles and rutin,
From me, it does not say a bad student,
But I will work to build, patching
And repair,
I promise.
The moon sets in the bedroom
At night thread
And let what happiness is -
Question undeniable eternal,
But I still answer -
The ability to return.

We will visit the beaches of the Crimea crispy,
We will take a trip to Karelia,
Just, please,
Get well as soon as possible.

After all, you're my spark.