Текст песни Дельфин - Как странно я умираю весной

How strange , I die in the spring
Under the rustle of grass growing ...
My time was given to carry sea
Soaked mud streams.
Wind blows the dust off the clouds,
Build their homes .
I'll probably
Will be ready to go live there.
How strange , I die in the spring.
How strange , I die in the spring.
Not feeling the pain of wounds
And what is here called a dream
I'll see myself.
Hot sun bright spot ,
A series of familiar to me persons
I smile weathered mouth
Dying birds singing ...
how odd