Текст песни Иван-Кайф - Птица на твоём плече

In the spring, birches get married.
Like a slight sadness, the slow snow melts.
Even birds somehow fly in a new way,
Because the century has recently ended.

But walking the streets not yet warmed
Half-asleep sun with dim warmth,
I always remember not winter, not summer,
And fallen leaves and rain outside the window ...

After all, I love autumn ... I miss autumn ...
When the leaves tremble in the wind, and the mountain ash burns to ashes like a candle.
When the birds fly south ... fly away ...
But one remains with me to winter on your shoulder ...

This bird flies wherever it wants
And he always flies home.
you wake me up in the darkest night,
I'll tell you where she is - she is next to me.

This bird is not a seagull, this bird is not a stork,
Not a flamingo, not a swan, or an owl;
I love these migratory flocks of birds -
But there are a lot of them, and this one is one ...

And I love autumn ... I miss autumn ...
When the leaves tremble in the wind, and the mountain ash burns to ashes like a candle.
When the birds fly south ... fly away ...
But one remains with me to winter on your shoulder ...

After all, I love autumn ... I miss autumn ...
When the leaves tremble in the wind, and the mountain ash burns to ashes like a candle.
When the birds fly south ... fly away ...
But one remains with me to spend the winter - the one on your shoulder ...