Текст песни Юрий Слатов - Примета

The bird flew out the window ,
On the table I saw a crumb .
The bird flew , did not know ,
What a disaster foretold .
Beats bird breast subjects.
Beating heart, knowing the signs .
Where is trouble lurking ?
What anyone dreamed on Friday ?
Waving all bird- handed,
Ochumelov driven to the frame.
He lived in the house alarm.
What have you done , pipsqueak !
What have you done , little bird !
But I will not know titmouse .
Everything was flying at bay , summer ...
And in the morning my mother was gone ...