Текст песни Сергей Никитин - Про воробья

Sparrow missile
music and lyrics S.Krylova

For some reason, every morning
Among the fat pigeons
On my box sets
Old sly sparrow.
He knocks on my window,
And cries out to me - hurry,
Like a bird, while racing,
Rushes, rushes, rushes life.
Only life is such a thing,
Hurtling so that you would be happy,
But the gift of past days
You can not be undone ago.
Because my concern
And do not sleep at night,
Would not stay behind,
Do not go in detail.
Let me live without heroism,
This right does not matter
If only this concern
Do not ever faded.
That's why every morning,
Dispersing the pigeons,
On my box sets
Old sly sparrow.