Текст песни Long Max - Птицы любви

On the road of yellow stone, on the winds that disappear with dawn
We ran from childhood with thunder, with our feet, over the tin roofs

They said they were tired, because believing in the past is so hopeless but
Under your feet, the third winter goes hand in hand with me

So far, the earthly spins clockwise, I am evil but yours alive and close to thaw.

Preserved and fused all the desires of souls, angels embraced with wings and still carry.

Over ordinary cases and boring destinies
Past the evil gray clouds, they won't get us, We ...

Stubborn, back straight and, even with the wind to the light and to the ends of the earth
If only there were answers on the other side of the planet where only you and me.

Chorus 2X:

Flocks of birds - gain height and make a corkscrew
Throw themselves down to smash their heads to smithereens
After all, without love, you don't fly, but crash into the air
That's why they are, these are birds of love that simply hold hands.

Dedicated to Rufina Nurgaliyeva.