Текст песни Александр Войнаровский - Блик

Branches
Like thin fingers
They touch my windows
In them
All reflected
And my face
Like a highlight
Unsuccessfully slipped
To frame what could be better

I go into this river
With a troubled current
Rays tear through the holes
Heavenly bleeding
We are like trees
On opposite sides
This lush river
Its shores are so far away.

Shine
Breaks through the windows
Tearing through the glass
But here
Too dark
And a little lonely
In the darkness
Among troubles and inclement weather
There is no more room for happiness.

There,
Where the oceans are bottomless
Where storms are born
There
On the pages of the volume
Forgotten Tales
we
Under the rainbow arch
Come with you hand