Екатерина Яшникова, Uma2rman - Белая птица
текст песни

I got up in the evening - bitter boredom
Drank candy - glad
I remember walking with my mother's hand
Small in kindergarten
I played behind her, jerked on his fingers
I remember the way to the touch
Mom, I can not wake up
Can I sleep a little?
Is it possible, on the ceiling, the shadows hung
The wind shakes the foliage
Terrible thoughts strangled me
A drop and that's it
I slept on my side, not believing in childhood
That I will like the wolves
Childhood passed, the wolf at the bed
What should I do, mothers?
Bright memory is circling, white bird in the window
White cloud life floats over the sky in the distance
Will still be warmed, it will be easier for me
Only would you see a white bird in the window
Thin thread like a film
Binds people
Just to be, to be this someone
In this conditional where
If only to become needed by someone
At least become someone
Days are stretched, minutes
Past me again, past me
The grass is good good sun
Each blade is a ray
Since I live, I stay
Wait for him because of the clouds
It will come out, promises
Light in front
As if whispering: “Enough sorrow
The bird is already flying "
Bright memory is circling, white bird in the window
White cloud life floats away in the distance in the sky
Will still be warmed, it will be easier for me
Only would you see a white bird in the window
Bright memory is circling, white bird in the window
White cloud life floats over the sky in the distance
Will still be warmed, it will be easier for me
Only would you see a white bird in the window