Текст песни Томозов А. - Черная птица

Above my head a black bird whirls
Conversation leads me to sit on my shoulder
Behind him in flight calls his wings spreading boldly
He will take his soul to heaven and leave his body to earth
CHORUS: I ask you to stop circling
Fly back to your place, let me live a little more
how pleasant life is
I used to not know how to appreciate everything that was in my life
And today I will bury my grave here
The bird flaps its wings all the way to fly away alone
In an open field, the wind dances over my fate, laughs
Above the bird is only God about everyone and he knows everything
And when the time comes to send black birds to us