Текст песни Евгения Лавут - Птичка

At the will of the bird let go
And the hold.
To her I entrust Now -
Winds? Rain?

It is the will of releasing
And he trembling:
Her offer themselves whether
On feed the homeless?

What awaits her? Midden? Branches
And the wire?
But there is no nest and no kids.
Or maybe yes?

She helium obedient
In the darkness and the light
Vzovetsya fastest balloon.
Or maybe not?

Or maybe her flight
At the edges of the edge
It will take only one minute -
And there Her?

On releasing the bird will
How do I
So that the heart muscle is no
There was a fist?

That was not hurt
What does she know better,
What's the bottom I did not see
What is clear to her:

Fields are empty as a postcard
And rivers thread
And long-distance trains snails
And a rare snow ...

At the will of the bird let go
Very.
Palm quietly reveal
And deaf and dumb.

And now no kogotochka
And no pen -
And just a small point.
Alas. Hooray.