Одинокая птица [Odinokaya ptitsa] [English translation]

Lonely bird, you're going to fly high

in the anthracite sky of moonless nights,

plunging into confusion tramps and dogs

with your beauty and your winged shoulders' stroke

You have neither nestlings, nor nest.

You are lured by a star, invisible to the world.

And in your eyes there's an unearthly grief.

You're a strong bird, but I pity you.

Lonely bird you're flying high

and only a madman was able to fall in love like that

rising high in your trail,

rising high in your trail

so as to break together with you

with you together

with you together

with you together

with you together

Black angle of grief, let's take a rest,

sitting on the branches, keeping silence in quiet.

What is there in the sky that is worth it

for me or for you to crash down on the stones.

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Крылья