Songs for birds, 2007-2014 album

1 At the edge of city

At the edge of city
Where crows gathering to cry,
At the edge of city
where the houses’re wooden and not high,
At the end of all streets,
While the Sun is just a reddish light,
At the edge of city
The wind teaches me how to fly.

The wind teaches me
How to catch the upward strings of air,
The wind brings me
The grains of snow but I don't care.
The wind helps me
To feel my nature and release.
The wind teaches me
The wind teaches me how to breeze.

Oh please,
Don't put me on the ground.
This time
I'm really first time on my own.
And so
I see the houses so small...
The first time I feel i love
This foolish city

And to find a reason
I should take a look from this morning sky,
And to catch a rhythm
I have to hold to what is really mine.
And now you who sees me,
Don’t take my wrists, Don’t grab my boots.
Sometimes it’s one way:
We must leave the Earth to reveal the roots
At the edge of city.






2

You are a secret of the world
Like snow and every leaf of gold
And every childhood of the grass
And what should come
And what should pass
And what this day can bring to us

And it's as ancient as the word
And always youngest to be heard
It’s just an air but it's true
As life itself that's going through
And gives me right to speak to you

It's your effort, it’s my desire
And our birthright and a hire
this is my own and this is yours
So deep inside of us because
Belongs to heaven and the Earth






3

Who could really feel the water in a river
Winter morning under snowfall, cold on fingers
Who could really taste un apple in a garden
Or was shaken by the beauty of creation
Then he'll always be so grateful to his lover
Be so grateful to his lover as creator

Who could really feel the warmth of other body
Or the warmth of other breath while had been listening
Deadly loneliness of silence in the evening
Or the loneliness of raindrop in a desert
Then he'll always be so quiet in his judgments
in his judgments and decisions and solutions

and the water in the river is so crystal
You can see a sandy grain among the others
You can see a single grain and every shadow
but you cannot see a border of the water
and your fingers so surprised to feel the coldness
sudden coldness of a stream that floats to valley





4

being myself all the golden strings
being me all the sound
thousands of silver bells
and voices of birds
after all that i saw and heard
God knows how hard it is
To be back on the ground

Seeing around these silver stars
Traveling through my hands
All through my had and hair,
in and around
After that freedom that i have found
God knows how hard to be
back on the ground

For long I was somewhere so far, far and away
For long I was strongly bewitched with magical dreams
Now as a spaceman returning back from the space
I’m so afraid, i doubt in all I can see

Being out of the shape or time
At least I could breeze in peace
That’s what I found
Something is calling me back to life
But who knows how hard it is to be
back on the ground






5

Under this magical Moon
I was born
Thought if I ever could chose
I'd never return
Thought I would better be gone
Far into space
But suddenly I have discerned
This magical place

Under this magical moon
I'm so still
First had a habit to judge
Now hardly will
For what in my past can I damn?
Not hour? not day
Trees are beginning to dance
A holyday

Feeling of road as cold
Touches me strong
Way of untouchable gold
Leeds far fair long.
Though it is far but it's here
Close to us
Don't be afraid of your fear
For it pass



6

Breathing slowly,
Breathing evenly.
You're breathing is so slowly, I wonder what you see there,
Breathing lowly.

Here you  sleeping,
Grown up, as a child,
And breathing just so slowly, So peacefully and silently.
So what'd you see there? What d'you see there?

Maybe you see that certain world of peace that you've been starving so long?
The angels are flying, the unicorns are riding, Aead woods at last all have grown.
May be you see a birth
Of mystical universes?
Or fighting your inner monsters?

While you're sleeping,
Entire world is sleeping.
I hear it's breathing slowly, So peacefully and openly.
Breathing slowly, Breathing carefully
I'm trying not to shake it, t'Seems anyone can break it
While the Earth is breathing slowly.

Breathing slowly,
Breathing lowly (3)

While you're sleeping,
Entire world is sleeping.
I hear it's breathing slowly, So peacefully and openly.
Breathing slowly, Breathing carefully,
I'm trying not to shake it. t'Seems anyone can break it,
While it's breezing slowly. But it's breathing.

But it's breathing,
As we are Just  breathing.
And something holds us tightly,
So delicately and carefully.
Something's Watching
As the Earth is floating.
I cannot understand it,
Just sitting here and listening
How You're breathing  slowly, Breathing lowly, Breathing lightly, Breathing evenly,
Breathing.


7
Pianist’s hands

It seems my life has pianist’s hands
He plays me themes from secret lands
These melodies have jumps and bends
It seems I sing this.
But when I glance he’s out of sight,
Just hands and keys in spot of light
And there they fly through black and white,
His nervous fingers.

Sometimes it’s seems I’m just a song
He plays me quiet, plays me strong
Because of him I’m right and wrong
I hate his violence
But when he stops I’m full of fear
Start crying for to call him near
And freezing totally to hear
Through sounds of silence

It seems he uses secret runes
The Suns of days, the nights of moons.
Somedays he plays right out of tunes,
Some crazy righting
Oh play me pianist, play me cool
If game is bad let’s change the rule
I wanna sing it like a fool
And yet I’m crying.




8

The smell of earth
so sweet in the morning
the Sound of cars
Mixed up with the birds’ voice
I think of you
Looking at the window
I think of you

I think of you
While put on my clothes
I think of you
While drinking my coffee
I picture you
Walking to the bus stop
I’m wanting you be next to me

The rain is sharp
I feel every raindrop
My skin goes wet
I don’t have umbrella
The passers by
look down at the concrete
I’m not confused
unbearably happy
I’m waiting you be next to me

I wait for you
While having my tea break
I wait for you
Looking through the window
I’m waiting for
While greeting the first lamps
I’m wanting you be next to me

The smell of home
So sweet in the evening
The rain is stopped
But glass is still crying
I wait for you
Looking at the ceiling
I’m waiting you be next to me