Текст песни СОВА - В Мільйонному Місті Закритих Дверей

Slowly the sun seems to darkness
I sit on the windowsill at home
A river flowing from the soul
Lonely song unknown.

Torn notes in the distance through traffic vehicles,
Eager above all concrete tops.
Sing my sorrow evening under cover of shadows
In million city closed doors.

And, apparently, no one sings,
For many notes flying everywhere.
The songs are heard everywhere alone ...
Something they are waiting for people.

Suffering and doubt many ...
Will song fly?
The soul wants to feel
What unforgotten in the world.