Текст песни Ruger - Птицы

I like a pillar by the road, I'm in the land of the tribe,
The Earth keeps the feet, hands stretched to the sky.
I look lifeless see off your flight,
I'm cold as a stone, I extinct flame.
I see the wind tearing apart the clouds ...

Birds fly south, they do not care what color the sky.
You do not know from birth neither borders nor restrictions,
You're in my heart the sun in your heart of summer.
I have rain with snow and frozen puddles,
Grim north wind and severe frost ...
I see the wind tearing apart the clouds ...

Birds fly south, they do not care what color the sky.

An only dream - just to not give up,
To at least for a moment to break away from the earth,
To at least for a moment to wash your freedom,
Jump into the sky on a cliff and broken stones,
That was the last time to see closer than ever as

Birds fly south, they do not care what color the sky.
They do not care what color the sky ...