Текст песни Nautilus Pompilius - Бедная птица

I do not remember how to name this small town
I do not remember what it was a century
but I took you into the hands of a poor bird,
which wounded stupid children.

I whispered tales of distant lands,
I would like you to do a little bit nice.
I promise you that back in time,
although he knew that he could not come back.

How do we hurt
those to whom we give the sky.
and sweet speech
we have to be ashamed of.
and in my breast cell,
and in it instead of the heart
beating wings breaking
this poor bird.

I drank sweet wine to wash away the bitterness.
Forget all that was,
I start all over again.
but soft beds I did not know the rest,
because this bird screaming in her sleep.

In the strange place where the shadows again meet each other
after a long journey, after a hateful life.
I have to ask one good God,
to the poor bird would forgive me.