Текст песни Колір - Чорний ворон

Black crows flew
The wreckage of my dreams
In echoes of feelings.
And all shout "flew, flew".
And I ask: "What would?"
 And I say: "Well flew?"
 He is afraid of my words and useless days.

 Chorus:
How long is the flight?
 How much time is given to vzlit?
 And finally overcome that oppression,
 What hangs already more than a hundred years.
Whether it is an easy way?
Do flowing river in the sky?
Whether hand trembling with fear?
Whether I can not so?

Black Raven says no
For water wings drives,. holds,
And nothing is.
And I ask: "What would?"
And I ask: "What flown?"
 I ask, I say, I say.
 I ask, I ask ... I ask.

 Chorus
(2 times): How long is the flight?
 How much time is given to vzlit?
 And finally overcome that oppression,
What hangs already more than a hundred years.
 Whether it is an easy way?
 Do flowing river in the sky?
Whether hand trembling with fear?
Whether I can not so?
How long is the flight?
How much time is given to vzlit?
We give to vzlit is given to vzlit,
 given on vzlit ...