Falcon (BG)
If long to weep
Near murky glasses,
High in the sky
Will appear a falcon
Will appear a falcon
High above a dark cloud,
Not to miss a case,
To see his wings,
To see his feathers
And suddenly to be surprised –
And who this now I am?
Why below is a dark cloud,
And above me is clear?
Apparently, I cried
Quite not in vain,
Apparently here it is –
Has come my time,
And below slowly
Wanders my tribe
And me to fly higher,
And me to fly into the sun,
What below there is a little window
With murky glasses,
Into which are hitting themselves
To burn down and come back.
If long to weep...
If long to weep
Near murky glasses,
High in the sky
Will appear a falcon
Will appear a falcon
High above a dark cloud,
Not to miss a case,
To see his wings,
To see his feathers
And suddenly to be surprised –
And who this now I am?
Why below is a dark cloud,
And above me is clear?
Apparently, I cried
Quite not in vain,
Apparently here it is –
Has come my time,
And below slowly
Wanders my tribe
And me to fly higher,
And me to fly into the sun,
What below there is a little window
With murky glasses,
Into which are hitting themselves
To burn down and come back.
If long to weep...