Текст песни NellieMurr - Тем, кому суждено летать

When you catch a bird by the tail -
Do not worry, do not do hurt.
Behind her - millions of dreams.
It - the bird free, proud, freestyle.

You put in a cage - it becomes
Wings beat on the iron sieve.
She no longer be free.
And in his chirping not changed his tone.

It is necessary because only one minute,
To again fly over the lost city.
She was flying to submit will not be difficult,
Just spread your wings and feathers to the sides.

Flying nine-roof,
Millions of people, millions of destinies.
She runs all day.
She in the end nothing will happen.

Having reached the edge, falling to the ground
She will not be terrible, would not hurt,
But waking up in the dark, desolate cage -
On itself feels hundreds of bullets.

After all, it would seem that for the iron wire
Free feathered does not become.
But those who are destined to fly,
Unwitting birds will not happen.