Текст песни Ori Kon - Больные птицы

Sick birds
We are two sick birds
Hit with a flap
Every evening we rush to get drunk
And on the roof the sun wait until morning
You and I are two big birds
Our wings from cigarette butts and words
From the roof of the house we start the pages
Planes of our dreams.

Cut, cut wings
My soul is open without them
Holes in the heart are a hundred times alter
I don't cry it tears of love

You and I are two bad birds
And it’s easy for me to understand you
You're not afraid to drown in the mud
I'm not afraid to lose you
We are two funny birds
And a little out of this world
You are still looking for a white prince
I still hate him

You and I are two lame birds
And let not our wings be visible to everyone
You once found your prince
That autumn day I went nuts completely
We are two sick birds
I'll always take you under the wing
You'll still be dreaming at night
I still hate him.