How can you squeeze laughter out of these gray days?
|
Write and not betray, believe and be,
|
How can you survive in a war, save your life,
|
When did he just start living?
|
Buried, remember volumes, we took the ashes of love,
|
For some reason, falling into the world,
|
In a cloud of sound, flying away along the night road,
|
Where the inn is bursting at the seams,
|
Can you hear my call sign
|
Erasing letters of unwritten words with caustic salt,
|
There is such a clear sky in this forest,
|
And if I smile, then I'm ready.
|
Tell me what's waiting for me
|
After all, you are my brother of soldiers, falling down with patterns of dead souls,
|
Where do the clouds hide the heart of the stone?
|
Don't look how sweet life is, turn away.
|
Chorus:
|
Let there be white, white sand, this is the final son, no longer a dream,
|
Don't tear us apart, don't tear us apart, don't tear us apart:
|
Let there be white, white sand, this is the final son, no longer a dream,
|
Shine of amber eyes, ghostly brides, and you are so close.
|
Let there be white, white sand, this is the final son, no longer a dream,
|
Don't tear us apart, don't tear us apart, don't tear us apart:
|
Let there be white, white sand, this is the final son, no longer a dream.
|
Such strange thoughts and I'm afraid
|
It's true - there's ice water ahead,
|
And at dawn these birds are not about me,
|
There will be no more words, this is not death, this is not.
|
Venus, that millionth treasure, that world is in my DNA,
|
That blind man who doesn't know you
|
And he, almost with his hands, penetrated into the subconscious, with the voice of Assai.
|
The strength will go away, as the mime left the mime,
|
Like a trace the wind erases with gentle force.
|
And we will melt ice cream in the languages of millions,
|
After themselves, leaving only clones.
|
Right on the contrary, you know the story, maybe
|
You know what drives me, what gnaws at me,
|
Let there be no grief, it's not fair and low,
|
God let me go, seeing the joy of loved ones.
|
Chorus:
|
Let there be white, white sand, this is the final son, no longer a dream,
|
Don't tear us apart, don't tear us apart, don't tear us apart:
|
Let there be white, white sand, this is the final son, no longer a dream,
|
Shine of amber eyes, ghostly brides, and you are so close.
|
Let there be white, white sand, this is the final son, no longer a dream,
|
Don't tear us apart, don't tear us apart, don't tear us apart:
|
Let there be white, white sand, this is the final son, no longer a dream ... |