Текст песни Полюса - птицы летают до странного низко

for trouble
(apartment)

It is by chance, dashing, dashing
Do not remember me,
Tears will dry the hot bruised May.
Too many flocks in the sky,
Too many flocks.
But it does not matter, it does not matter,
I say, it does not matter!
And trouble, so, God willing, it's not forever.
Too many flocks in the sky,
Too many flocks.

The days passed quickly, but all came out,
The old movie with a grief in half drank,
I heard voices, but I can not hear sleep,
Somewhere I already saw these faces.
And the birds fly to a strange low,
Can it be even worse?
Here they are close, very close,
After all, they are ours, according to our souls.

Have met on a trouble,
Just that sorry about that,
Disappearing so much,
All one - fire burn.
If it hurts to lose,
So it's better not to have,
Then what to take from me
And why should I not sing ...

Believe me, believe me, believe me,
Just do not throw words to the wind
And do not count on crows.
Too many flocks in the sky,
Too many flocks.
Tell me, tell me, is great sadness
And how long the calendar will delay you.
Too many flocks in the sky,
Too many flocks