Текст песни Валерий Ободзинский - Старый гриф стервятник

Birds are not human - they were not there to see
What attracts us away?
Only the vulture, the old vulture vulture
He knows the world that how much.
Seen vulture many times,
How easy is the death of us,

He finds each in its own time.
Not knowing what is waiting for us in the distance,
We wonder burn their hearts,
A neck seems that this
Crawling over rocks ants.
Again, again gold beckons us!
Again, again gold, as always beckons us!

Again promises joyful celebration
We are God or the devil.
Only the vulture, the old vulture vulture
He knows the world that how much.
Sees vulture, day after day,
As human beings, we cease to be,
Friends closest devotees.

Will order yellow idol to us -
And rushing towards the crazy days.
A neck seems that rats
They run somewhere on the rocks.
Again, again gold beckons us!
Again, again gold, as always beckons us!

For us vulture watching from heaven,
To find prey again here.
And that will be his prey,
In whose heart is dancing yellow devil.
Again, again gold beckons us!
Again, again gold, as always beckons us!