Текст песни doc.tod - Птица

I am no longer a bird ,
I handed over the wings of heaven on the scrap warehouse .
And there is no tits, no crane ,
Yes, I do them now and do not need .

I breathe in the air ,
But it seems to me that it is all impregnated with resin ,
And I'm fading
Bogged down in the ground, with the illusion of peace ... stupid

And you, you're standing ,
Thoroughly are burnt sympathy for the fallen miracle
What for? Get out !
You do not need , without you as a living , and I will .

Not Phoenix I , however,
And I do not come back up , but this world will drink up the stems .
That may be tomorrow ,
When the turn around to see the sun extinguished ...