Текст песни Оксана Почепа - Стаи птиц из вырванных страниц

The hands on the clock dropped time
Forget the words crossed out losses
Tears in his eyes lost occasion
What say .. so its not remember

I could not breathe, did not want to listen to
But where to go .. and the road horror

Flocks of birds from the torn pages
Look away, look away
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sorrow and sadness

Believe wonders just tired
Change the dreams she did not want
He has to understand not even try
He loved her, it is doubted

I could not say, did not want to listen to
Do not write. Why do you need?

Flocks of birds from the torn pages
Look away, look away
Flocks of words in the hope of love
And sorrow and sadness