Текст песни Ольга Пулатова - Птица сделала выбор

Bird made a choice, and now the wings instead of hands,
But the weak left wing, and so wanted to south ...
There, where the distant mountains are drowning in the fluff of clouds,
And soon the branches break under the weight of ripe fruit.

We left in a dark region, where even the station there,
And remember that it is not taken in haste return ticket.
Each other heated night in the wind and the rain,
Found trees and rocks in the desert built a house.

We've been looking for tracks, but even just a trace,
Indeed, in this desolate place there are no stops.
First able to settle down, and then look tired,
And there is nothing more than to seek, and have nothing more to wish ...

We picked up the bird, she sings, even asleep,
On the south, which is her dream in a dream by opening the beak.
We also dreamed about the south and just got out of the pack,
And halfway fell into the cold murky territory.