We are two birds on the branches of homesickness,
they are not people who tell stories, do not read or talk, we just jumped,
we jumped, we forgot
to go on the way, and when we arrived, we forgot,
there is no comrade, no
greeting, no one with a message, we are
a tree, we are alone in the plain and the desert, we have no shelter, our
head is in the wings, but we still need a
clean and innocent look, we are
innocent and devoid of words,
we are two birds on the branches. Strangers did not tell stories,
did not read or talk, we did not jump, we forgot to jump,
we stayed on the way, and when we arrived, we forgot that
we are two birds, on the branches of homesickness,
they did not tell stories, they did not read, and we did not talk, it
was enough that we did not jump, we forgot, we were on the
way, and we forgot to arrive,
every winter when we die,
in the spring, we get revived,
our cold tone is restless for the suns hand.
Until spring, seeing the solution, our only waiting
, waiting, waiting for the solution, we are waiting for
the only two birds, we are two birds on the branches of homesickness, they are not people of storytelling, they did not read, and they did not talk, we just did not jump, we jumped, we forgot to jump, we
found the
way, and when we arrived, we forgot that
we are two birds, on the branches of homesickness,
they did not tell stories, they did not read, and they did not talk, we just jumped
, we forgot to jump, we forgot to go on the
way, and we remembered He went and
there were two birds on the branches of homesickness,
they didnt tell stories, they didnt read or talk,
we just didnt jump, we jumped, we forgot
to go on the way, and we forgot to arrive.
