Пташка [Ptashka] [English translation]

The light is gliding over my hands

And tickling me so innocently

The heart is flowered with such a feeling:

The body is in the petals amidst the night

This miracle will be here until the morning

I am touching you like strings,

I will sing a lullaby in the morning

It seems like opium is flowing inside my body.

I caught a little bird in the morning

The little bird is in my hands

And it is not hard to realize -

This bird is still loved by some bird.

I have something for you:

It is already on my lips

As soon as I deprave you

the fear will dissapear between us

As soon as I deprave you

the fear will dissapear between us

I caught a little bird in the morning

The little bird is in my hands

And it is not hard to realize -

This bird is still loved by some bird.

I have something for you:

It is already on my lips

As soon as I deprave you

the fear will dissapear between us

As soon as I deprave you

the fear will dissapear between us

I wanted to understand

The sweet love to whisper

For when it caught us

Like the wounded birds

Under the soft, tender feet

The soft ground will be touching us

And let it be - before you fall in love

You know that, and I know that

I caught a little bird in the morning

The little bird is in my hands

And it is not hard to realize -

This bird is still loved by some bird.

I have something for you:

It is already on my lips

As soon as I deprave you

the fear will dissapear between us

As soon as I deprave you

the fear will dissapear between us