Текст песни Александр Баль - Перелётная птица

I'm not your climb,
 I did not catch you, migratory birds.
 I watch you on the fly,
 And you do not fly, like height or calling.
 But obstinately cherishing a dream,
 Obviously, alas, is not capable of true,
 I want to go to your height!
 I have just a little - just two wings.

 Let the circle be late for, but, being close,
 See the world from a height from a different angle,
 Ever losing hand for the highest award -
 The ability for all to give up the wing.

 Maybe
 It would be better still
 Sky leave a dream?
 Can
 Wings spread
 With the wind help
 The coast is steep?

 I know you'd been able to understand my sorrow
 Only if all of a sudden become a wingless creature
 And wherever you live, it is hardly noticed
 We are connected, and the sky and the kinship.

 I'm not your climb,
 How had I not stand under your height.
 I watch you on the fly,
 And you do not fly, like jealousy or burned.
 But obstinately cherishing a dream,
 I hope it is a dream to be tired -
 I vzlechu on your height!
 I have just a little - just two wings.

 I would like to know the land of dreams birds -
 Inspired insidiously they cry to the heavens.
 It was not worth dreaming about what not true
 Ever, even with a belief in miracles.

 You gotta fly
 At the edge of the heat and the bread,
 Where no snow cover
 Roads and houses.
 And I - look at the track
 In September sky
 With the hope that does not come winter.

 Maybe
 It would be better still
 Sky leave a dream?
 Can
 Wings spread
 With the wind help
 The coast is steep?