Он замолчал, на несколько минут уйдя в себя и пиво. Я отрешенно наблюдала падение снега за окном, крутила в пальцах орешек и невольно поймала себя на том, что притоптываю ногой в такт песенки, льющейся из динамика…
I look up to the little bird
That glides across the sky
He sings the clearest melody
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to sit right down
and cry cry cry
I walk along the city streets
So dark with rage and fear
And I…
I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
I wish I had the wings to fly away from here
But my my I feel so low
My my where do I go?
My my what do I know?
My my we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird"s fallen out of that nest now
I"ve got a feeling that it might have been blessed