Текст песни Би-2 - Отпустите синицу на верную смерть

how many stars on the shoulder straps
produced in battles
on empty landfills
unknown in dreams

let the sky under the wings
bird shot
flying geese
ambulance

release the bird
to certain death
Let her caress freedom
And the Ship Sails
and through the crushed ice
I look into the black water

nobody call
I do not regret not paying
you awake
I have good luck

moon as glass
I not love, not warmed
I was not expecting anyone
I wanted nothing

release the bird
to certain death
Let her caress freedom
And the Ship Sails
and through the crushed ice
I look into the black water