Текст песни Моя дорогая - Офелия

Falling Bird,
It falls in a strange way.
However, the sky marble
in pink and gray haze
falls wounded bird,
one wing ...
What was she to do bird
and in the world?

Davit waist
clingy corset of steel.
I suffer from idleness,
I feel that the take off.
They called me Ophelia
They called, but no longer,
oh, and I'm tired,
my wings are tired.

All up a blade of grass,
distributed all in vain,
I half,
and maybe not at all ...
I was too late
 a new look for a bouquet.
Here it is a simple answer,
be or not ...

The legs do not hold,
I cast off from the earth,
I feel that to take off,
the sky grows wing.
Firmament from under his feet pushed
presses in last night,
I'm not crazy,
just I loved very much.

Truth crushed,
crumpled on the scales ...
I'm on the ground once
I ran along the sunset
the smell of fresh mint
in windy hair.
What should I do,
a woman in heaven?