Текст песни Светлана Сурганова - Птицы

What drives you from town to town,
Who calls you into the heavenly expanse?
Songbirds grains with hands
Since childhood, alas, are not accustomed to taking.

The blizzard outside the window, the rain - not a barrier.
There in the wings of the power not to fall asleep again.
You does not imply any praise or reward,
Songbirds that drives you in the way?

In the attic dust of abandoned castles
Cozier than gold cell spokes.
If space is not less than the sky.
And if freedom is not for two.

What are you driving from city to city:
Bright enthusiasm, but still the crowd,
The peoples, costumes, customs, dialect,
Impermanence and just cats?

So fly away Well at night consonance
Curtained windows and lamps,
The luxury of deserted streets and washed,
The severity of canals and squares.

Songbirds, so happy-hurt
I watch your free flight.
But this flight is so similar to wandering
From & quot; trust & quot; to & quot; I do not believe & quot ;, from & quot; trust & quot; to & quot; no & quot ;, trust
From & quot; trust & quot; to & quot; I do not believe it & quot; and vice versa.

What drives you, what ...