Текст песни Светлана Сурганова и Оркестр - Птица певчая

Bird Warbler

Dying bird singing.
In the fog hid the sky.
Who will wake you up
red berries of mountain ash?

Autumn breathing. Autumn hides
the land of all that otbolelo.
Fall to the bird tries
snow-white shroud captivity.

Come on, come on, honey,
I will dance for us small window!
The last two drops of the sky,
the last five drops of sun
the paths slippery tram
will run at dawn
mountain ash and dung
there zastynut these drops.

Sleeps bird singing.
Sleepy earthly woe.
Only there and you can hear
Where tree hugging.

Autumn breathing. Autumn knows.
All guests calls Evening
And the rain washes
All your flowers and candles.

Well, we, as before, the pack -
suitcases words in the road
farewell gathering
for your walks to God.
Come on, fly, my dear!
There will soon lay down their wings.
You're on life now we are older.
We - on the death of you younger?

January 2005