Диана Коденко - Птичья боль
текст песни

This bird pain cripples me
Small, toy wars ...
There is something human in flight -
Restless.

Lived and flew easily,
And we squinted absentmindedly.
And then the wind blew the western -
Cruel as mercy.
And windy thoughts ghosts
Burst into our heaven, burst into our sky,
And we have gained signs
Abilities to think souls.
And people are lower than tier -
Breathed with powerless rage:
We would fly, people in the sky -
Ah, how much would we understand in life!

The peoples and adverbs were confused,
They were torn up, hesed by homelessness ...
There is something human in flight -
Non -fryed.

Was it to swear, be to be afraid? -
Yes, God was not given to God.
If we are celestials,
Is our house not the sky?
And it became so ordinary
A premonition of disappearance,
As if they were offended by all of us
And in the house they locked forever.
As if it had been so long since -
Longing, like a knife, is sharpened.
And so I wanted from the house,
That the wings were switched up ...

How fatigue sat on my shoulders -
I don't remember. Much has forgotten.
There is something human in flight -
Lonely ...

1999