Текст песни Пикник - Мы как трепетные птицы

We, as a timid bird ,
We like candles in the wind
Brave eschs dream we dream ,
Yes shatter the morning .

Stand in line, break windows,
Let BCC is no reason .
There are , as is, and what will be ,
Let there be no difference.

There is neither sleep nor waking,
Only the rustling around,
Only a touch of zhzhst
Pale fingers nervous hands.

Beat the drum , tear strings
Tumbles , my clown
At the heart of tvosm breathing hard
Precious snake .

Beat the drum , tear strings
Louder music play!
And who I heard these songs ,
It gets straight to heaven .