Текст песни Алексей Витаков - Март

Heard a song March Careless
On the Ghost Station.
There was a voice that spring river,
Then ice floes in the glass.
There was a voice that spring river,
Then ice floes in the glass.

Then the bird sang is small
About the narrowed distant.
And the voice was broken by a match,
That went high.
And the voice was broken by a match,
That went high.

CHORUS:
And then suddenly in March the soul looked at the sky
And I saw how sow star dust cherub.
And the soul realized that there was no bed, no bread,
And that truth can only be in love.
And the soul realized that there was no bed, no bread,
And that truth can only be in love.

Lost song on the road
Snowflake without sadness.
As if the world returned to God
And the music is first.
As if the world returned to God
And the music is first.

All sang tiny bird
On the ghostly window.
And March stood before small
As an asterisk before the sun.
And March stood before small
As an asterisk before the sun.