Текст песни Ірина Мороз - Ці мости...

These bridges over which migratory birds
Barely touching the wing of the heavens,
They know everything - their centuries-old mystery
Heavy rope hung confessions .

The ways in which you left smell
Absorbed all your scent.
I'm still looking for them on maps ,
Without tips and coordinates.

All letters that I could not write
All the words you say ,
They will lie quietly in a drawer
And wait for relevant reasons.

A thought - they will not catch -
Surely leave their vidholossya
If I have time to hide his eyes ,
Let me give the hair.

Irina Moroz (c)