Текст песни Середина Неба - Птица

With African land, where even in winter the heat,
In the cloudy region, where the cold wind blows,
Raised in the air rushed swirl spring,
I - bird flying from south to north home.

On North,
To the north, home.

At the bottom of the water, the earth, the earth, the water,
And thousands of miles to come to the nest.
Immutable my way in a straight line incised in the sky.
I - bird flying from south to north home.

On North,
To the north, home.

As the mouse hidden in the bushes, beckoning decoy,
Wingless bipedal hunter, not to aim at me.
No bullet or shot I did not get it, no boom,
I - bird flying from south to north home.

On North,
To the north, home.