Текст песни 2.Стас Михайлов - Птицей раненой

How close to the beautiful eyes, so many women all wrong
I used to write for the last time, I used to watch not the last dream.
In this film called life, we play only the role.
These roles make sense if a god came through the pain.

Chorus:
Bird wounded on the glass, beating fear my soul
What have I done, what else, I have to drink to the dregs.
I'm not much else lived, as I still reserved
I saw the sense of what we are all given in the sky.
What we are all given.

I was not looking for romance, a lyricist childhood was
I do not want to know their final, so in the breast is not extinguished my enthusiasm.
How close to the beautiful eyes, so many women all wrong
I used to write for the last time, I used to watch not the last dream.

Chorus:
Bird wounded on the glass, beating fear my soul
What have I done, what else, I have to drink to the dregs.
I'm not much else lived, as I still reserved
I saw the sense of what we are all given in the sky.

I'm not much else lived, as I still reserved
I saw the sense of what we are all given in the sky.

What we are all given, for which we are all given ...