Tell us, birds

		Tell us, birds: what attract you in the heights, you are so boldly raised above me; maybe it is so easy to fly because you don't aspire to success, grievance of last years doesn't hurt you, these winged years, wonderful years? Come on, birds, fly, fly, through midnight, and the sun at its zenith. Verse per verse around the world distribute this song to people, and the mushroom rains' silver threads. Verse per verse around the world distribute this song to people, and the mushroom rains' silver threads. Tell us, birds, now it's right time that our planet - a fragile glass. Neat birch, the rivers and fields - from above they are softer than crystal, shell we really hear from all sides crystal bells, ringing a farewell? Come on, birds, fly, fly, through midnight, and the sun at its zenith. Verse per verse around the world distribute this song to people, and the mushroom rains' silver threads. Verse per verse around the world distribute this song to people, and the mushroom rains' silver threads.