Текст песни Бумажные Тигры - Птицы

Sleep waterfalls in the eternal post
The body floats to the predestinous darkness
Long night, fast fright
Someone enters the mysterious circle

Birds fly to the north
You will have to stay
On the old video shooter
You are always eighteen
I rewind the cassette
And insert into the diary page
Birds are returned home

You are spinning, circling, spinning
You listen to the screams of owls
Feather already on the scales
You meet your twins
Long night, fast fright
Soon the mysterious circle will be closed

Birds fly to the north
But you have to stay
On the old video shooter
You are always eighteen
I rewind the cassette
And insert into the diary page
Birds are returned home

Birds are knocked down from the course