СерьГа - Не особая - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

To the west, toward the scent, the clouds slowly crawl on their hind legs.

I see that with them, my name and young soul crawl.

Of course, along the oncoming lane, to the eternal destination, to the crossroads of worlds,

Yearning, risking, wandering, I roll on, to meet love.

After all, I am not a special person, my body is incapable of flight,

It only sits nameless and looks out the wooden window.

After all, I am not a special person, my body is incapable of flight,

It only sits...

And looks out the window...

And sharply, and for a long time, out of a sense of duty, I circled in the wilderness for pennies,

Fought, rushed, but still remained, without a name and without a soul. Of course, on the opposite side, to the eternal end, to the crossroads of worlds,

Longing, risking, wandering, I roll on, to meet love.

After all, I am not a special person, my body is incapable of flight,

It only sits, nameless, and looks out the wooden window.

After all, I am not a special person, my body is incapable of flight,

It only sits...

And looks out the window...

After all, I am not a special person, my body is incapable of flight,

It only sits, nameless, and looks out the wooden window.

After all, I am not a special person, my body is incapable of flight,

It only sits...

And looks out the window...