Have you heard them singing thrushes,
No, not the thrushes, not the field ,
And thrushes, blackbirds wizards ,
Songbirds elected Russia .
And thrushes, blackbirds wizards ,
Songbirds elected Russia .
Here they sat on Forests
Sounded to oblivion ,
I will know them by their voices ,
Voiced overlords moments .
I will know them by their voices ,
Voiced overlords moments .
Sounds grow like flowers,
Sad , funny, either.
That hot to redness ,
That chilly blue .
That hot to redness ,
That chilly blue .
Reach to the morning star ,
Rainbow Falls on the grass ,
Hats off to the woods singing thrushes,
Soul singing , not for fame .
Hats off to the woods singing thrushes,
Soul singing , not for fame .