Тиль Уленшпигель - Красные птицы
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In my calendars
Scattered in dust
Everything came out time.
And in distant cities,
On crumpled sheets
Flame rows.

And with blood on the lips,
Only night I on my feet,
And waiting for one thing and waiting for one thing:
Through silence and fear
On fiery wings
Fly, fly to my window,
Red birds ...

Wrap hero
Behind the fire mountain
Everything is looking for death,
In dust his eyes
And on the cheek of the tear
The track draws.

But he sees sometimes
Above the mining ridge
When dark
Very dark
Through silence and fear
On fiery wings
They fly to my window,
Red birds ...

Do you hear me
Do you hear me
Shoot me in the back!
So as I did not see
So I did not hear
And silently silent.

There is no scary flour
See again dawn
And wait one thing
And wait one thing:
When through the night fear
On fiery wings
They fall into my window ...

But with blood on the lips
Only night I on my feet,
When dark
Very dark ...
Through silence and fear, on fiery wings
Fly, fly to my window,
Red birds .......