Текст песни Сергей Никитин - Про воробья

Sparrow missile
music and lyrics by S.Krylova

For some reason, every morning
Among the thick pigeons
On my box sets
Old cunning sparrow .
He knocks on my window ,
And cries out to me - hurry,
Like a bird , while racing ,
Rushes , rushes , rushes life.
Only life is such a thing ,
Rides so that you would be happy ,
But lived the gift of the day
Will not return you back.
Because my concern
And do not sleep at night ,
Would not stay behind,
Do not go in detail.
Let me live without heroism ,
This right does not matter
As long as it concerns
Do not ever extinguished .
That's why every morning,
Dispersing pigeons
On my box sets
Old cunning sparrow .