Lyrics моя дорогая - Стая

The wrist of the throne blade
At the back of his head, happiness is a scarlet crown
Who put us at the very edge
Where are you my own flock.

Flew away, flew left a cry
On the edge of the bed an old man sobbed
Through the mist the window moaning away
Where are you, my own flock

I remember the rocks and the gray waves
The wings are still small and the eyes are full
I want to breathe somewhere higher there
Where are you dear .. Yes, who will hear me

Dawn, flooded with scarlet watercolor
I tore off the censer with the locked door
Whisper behind the eyes, they say sick
Where are you, my own flock

I'm standing throw stones through my palms
I understand, I understand that there is no point to remember
And on the horizon, wings fondle
Moves home my own flock

Let the people go, let them warm up
Tolley will still be ahead of all childhood
Only at night, locking the cage
She also cries: "Where is my pack ..?"