Текст песни And Just The Birds

Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees
Of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief
The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown of grass'n'wineCemetary - And Just The Birds - http://ru.motolyrics.com/cemetary/and-just-the-birds-lyrics.html
White shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards
And just the birds live here wanderers from distant hills
The bringin' the breath of a space breath of unreal impetus