Текст песни В. МЕЛАДЗЕ - Не стреляй по птице

Do not shoot eagle hunter,
That flies so low today.
Do not shoot, it calls the soul the sky.
Black cross wounded flesh
The fatal last hunt
Heaven will be to him,
Where the stars twinkle like tears

And for the last time to enjoy the freedom,
It rises into the sky a wounded bird.
No fate of her sad and wonderful.
He followed her his great song
Bell expanses of heaven.

None of it except God
There is no end of the road at
No edges in these skies
Where the stars twinkle like tears

And for the last time to enjoy the freedom,
It rises into the sky a wounded bird.
No fate of her sad and wonderful.
He followed her his great song
Bell expanses of heaven.
I leave the ground until the end of
Leaving the world of the will of man
And now frozen in an endless flight
So burning star insurgent forever
Life continued its

And for the last time to enjoy the freedom,
It rises into the sky a wounded bird.
No fate of her sad and wonderful.
He followed her his great song
Bell expanses of heaven.
I leave the ground until the end of
Leaving the world of the will of man
And now frozen in an endless flight
So burning star insurgent forever
Life continued its