I'm a sad poult that with its soft beak
pecks a stone looking for water
just like birds, people also
look for those they love the most, after they're gone
Picture rhythm feeling and word
has it passed so fast already
I know very well where you are, when and with whom
I know that your soul chooses by itself
but I can't
I miss you so I miss you
for everything that has passed, you're missing
I miss you so, I miss you so much
for everything that is coming, you're missing
I'm a sad poult (little bird) with broken wings
Observers find me very weird
Everything is possible in a dream, all mighty God,
but one thing - to stay awake
Picture rhythm feeling and word
has it passed so fast already
I know very well where you are, when and with whom
I know that a soul chooses its own team
but I can't