Текст песни Духовный стих - Пташка

Oh, you little bird and poor thing -
Bird my dear
That you flew early
In these far reaches.

Or the wind is a strong storm
In this region you brought
Ile native separation friends
I called you here.

But your bitterness is here
The local land is not nice to you.
Do not have your own will here
It's hard for you to live here.

What are you so bored about bitterly?
And you are sad always
What makes you sad
Your chest is pressing your longing.

Who can suffer to your suffering?
Tears are bitterly poured by the river
What did you drop the wings
In the spring, do not eat sweet.

Me neither in the summer nor in the spring
Nothing is amusing
I'll fly to the far
And there I will hide from people.

Over the seas, forests and rivers
I'll be there between animals
For dense forests
I'll find myself a living.

I'm going to sprinkle with tears
My writing and drinking
I am alone, forgotten by all
Knowing this is God's destiny.

And all my near kin
Everyone forgot about me.
All forgotten, forgotten
And they abandoned me.

God is my only hope here
A homeless orphan.
He gives me food and clothes
To my poor poverty.

There are many good people around
But strangers all around
All strangers, there is no native
There is no sympathy for anyone.