There are two birds in the branches of the homeland Neither telling the story, not reading, nor talking We did not jump We left the road and arrived again No friend, no 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 forgot to go We left the way and arrived again
