бедная птица [bednaya ptitsa] [English translation]

I don't remember the name of that town

I don't remember which century it was

But I took you in my hands like a poor bird

Who had been hurt by stupid children

I whispered fairytales about faraway lands

I wanted to bring you at least a bit of joy

I promised to you that I would be back in a month

Although I knew I wasn't coming back

How we hurt those

To whom we give the sky

And of our sweet words

We will have to feel ashamed

And inside my chest there is a cage

And instead of a heart

This poor bird thrashes inside

Breaking its wings

I tried drinking sweet wines to wash away this bitterness

I tried forgetting everything that had been and starting over

But I knew no peace in my comfortable beds

Because this bird was screaming in my dreams

In a strange place where shadows will meet again

After the long road, after the tiresome life

I will ask the kind God for one thing:

For the poor bird

To forgive me

How we hurt those

To whom we give the sky

And of our sweet words

We will have to feel ashamed

And inside my chest there is a cage

And instead of a heart

This poor bird thrashes inside

Breaking its wings

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Атлантида