Can we oppose the nature,
And the situation is very bad, this summer's over.
And only, arguing with the nature,
A silly starling is singing.
Its friends flew away long ago
And flying away they were calling him,
And the blizzards will blow tomorrow,
Who will need you in winter?
And he - a weirdo couldn't understand in no way
Where to fly - why they're calling him to somewhere.
If his home is here,
His songs, his fatherland is here.
And who needs his warble in spring,
If spring is pring without it,
And who said, that they don't need songs in winter
Not absolutely.
What a stupid starling.
And people were hiding in the fur coats
And they raised up their collars.
Anyway how silly he is -
Who now needs the brave ones.
Alleys are covered with snow,
But he didn't change anything,
Maybe it got a bit warmer
By his lonely song.