Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - Белая Птица

WHITE BIRD

Not to blame
I was then a child
But the world has already managed to reconcile and impoverish.
Reading about the past
On old photo shots,
I try to master Nauku - forgive.

After all, without having time to forgive, I did not have time to say goodbye -
And I hear what calls: "I am a white bird!"

Hungry beast I.
Wandered in the forest doubt
But it came out, on the star, determined the East;
In the hope of allowing
Tangle of intriculture,
From the foam bowl of knowledge I made a sip.

Earth's life past
Already half.
In the ability to escape despair managed.
Hand, not prayer
Stone otodvin
And yes forgive me all those I sang.

Everything is louder and hurts in my chest is knocking
And continues to call: "I am a white bird!"

From songs, like a trouser,
In the hope of growing,
I still sing in the world on the edge.
And take a step into a break
Unfortunately I am -
There is a reason: there is no autumn in paradise!

Life page like
Death out of grazing
Do not snatch, but the past is not sorry!
Gorge it fire!
I went out of power
And the Spirit is unharmed, and I am a mature!