The world in dusty fuss
The trembling covers us
The moves we do are vague
We live like swampy grass
We little Birds with broken wings
in gray and smocked sky
But future will save us
From past mistakes
The kids are hiding under slide
From angry and strict mom
And wait in nursery with lock door
While father broke the cup
But we should love them
We love them
We will love them
Come what may
The world forget its heroes
Or may bе we have never known them
The bird that live in one field
Don't know the other one
But we still living
We are living
The life that we live in
Gonna be some how