This is a song for birds
That crash their heart at night
That do not fear the birds And change their life for a blink of eye
They sneak into the winds Leading to the kisses
And paralyse their wings And throw themselves in a velvet void
Happy in the spring Paint the world in blue
In yellow, red and blue
They shake it until the sun spreads colours too
They will never,
never,
they will never,
never,
flee
the sorrow
Maybe in November Maybe in November,
flee the sorrow
Like lightning stazzling at each corner of the streets
Too bad if they go blind They wandered but won't quit
Hoping for clothes that would tear up the gloom in their mind Oh man,
it hurts
They learn nothing but love And if the birds are jerk
They fly away to the window just above Bad translation,
soul transcription
Maybe there's no wrong decision They're ready to pay
Price to cover the mountains with mangled flames
They will never,
never,
they will never,
never,
flee
the sorrow
Maybe in November Maybe in November,
flee the sorrow