Tell (me), birds, what attracts you (to fly) up
You ascended above me so boldly
Maybe it's so easy to fly for you
Because you are not trying to be successful
Because you are not tortured by insults of
Past years,
Winged years,
Beautiful years...
Enough
Fly now, fly now
Through the midnight
And the sun at its zenith
Verse by verse to the whole world
You give this song
And mushroom rain's silver threads
Verse by verse to the whole world
You give out this song
And mushroom rain's silver...
Tell (us), birds, time has come
That our planet is but fragile glass
Pure birches, rivers and fields
From the above this all is tenderer than crystal (glass)
Will we really hear
From all directions
Crystal (glass) breaking
Farewell breaking
Enough
Fly now, fly now
Through the midnight
And the sun at its zenith
Verse by verse to the whole world
You give this song
And mushroom rain's silver threads
Verse by verse to the whole world
You give out this song
And mushroom rain's silver threads
//cadence//
Enough
Fly now, fly now
Through the midnight
And the sun at its zenith
Verse by verse to the whole world
You give this song
And mushroom rain's silver threads
Verse by verse to the whole world
You give out this song
And mushroom rain's silver threads
fly... fly...