Текст песни Борис Циммерман - Под облаками

Under the clouds flying a non-free bird
And bitterly cries, not knowing how to land.
And I looked at the fact that it is alien to nature.
I was in Herat, now I sing in the transition.

An accountant is flying, hurrying to sit for work.
Matrosov flies towards the coveted dot.
Paper, agenda and necrologists fly,
And I will be happy to fly, yes cut your feet.

Oh, Bird, Bird, you are lucky, you are in the wild.
I was in Tobol, Oskol and Dorostol.
Baba worn everywhere O.V. and earrings
Everywhere with poor Afghans shake money.

A pilot flies and knocks the bird with his feet.
Today ass, and tomorrow what will happen to us?
Oh, Bird, Bird, you are lucky, you are in the wild.
I was in Kabul, about the bird, tell me, did not?