There are two birds in the branches of the homeland Neither telling the story, not reading nor talking We did not jump in the way We left the way and reached the other Nor comrade nor greetings No one with a message We are guilty Empty words
We are two birds in the branches of the homeland Neither telling the story, nor talk, nor talk We did not jump in the jumping We left the way and we are remembered. We left We left and arrived again
Every winter we die Well be in the spring Our coldness for the rest of the sun until we see the only expectation Expect the only expectation We have no birds We did not jump for remembering We left the way and weve remembered ourselves
We are two birds in the branches of the West Neither telling the story, not reading nor talking We have not jumped to jump We left the way and arrived.
