Текст песни Роман Жуков - 027 Перелётные птицы

Soon autumn will take heat
And his breathing warmed
Birds fly away
Cutting autumn on wings
In the midst of the endless way
They sorrows gray birches will dream
Heart breaks away from longing
But it is impossible to touch the road.

Thin wing. Fresh birds
Try the expanses at the edge of the earth
And on luminous needles of dawn
South of the tough winter are flying to life.

Fasciating leaves in their flight
Your song will be left blizzard
Shelters the Blue Loda River
Do not say goodbye they did not have time
But Bed Bed Night Fog
Ahead you are waiting for other people's thunderstorms
Save the distant ocean
About the dream of broken tears.

Thin wing. Fresh birds
Try the expanses at the edge of the earth
And on luminous needles of dawn
South of the tough winter are flying to life.