Текст песни Алексей Еремеев - Солнцем утренним

Sun morning, wiser than evening,
I hid the clouds forgiveness.
And roads, and roads.
Not yet come winter,
Not hiding it
All the living and the dead,
Snow covered not not crazy ...

Gray shape sky autumn,
But on the morning of forgiveness know better.
There is no distance, there is despair,
If you go on the edge of a precipice.

Wind over the river dust evident.
For the eyes, with the eyes to think warmer.
I guess it does not happen,
Or is it a self-deception.
Fog and methane burning on pipes
And the clock has not seemed minutes.
Everything will pass, everything will pass -
Turn again, and continuous horizon ...