Текст песни Юля Михальчик - Птица

I’m probably a tame bird, but there’s no hands for me
And my country is not big or big, but not mine.
I will fly as a bird, you will not catch it, I will fly away, flapping my wing again.
You don't know me yet, you will recognize me later.

I will fly over gentlemen, gentlemen, you are not my family.
Don't touch me with your hands, your hands are not for me.
Anyone who has not flown can have the wings of a broken bird.
Who can not reconcile himself, who dreamed of flying, but fell.

The bird's life will not be long, only you cannot live without birds.
Maybe someone will condemn me, and maybe someone will understand me.
I will fly up to the sun, and I can rock down.
Open your windows, I will sing songs for you as an encore.