Текст песни Антон Масляков - Мы не поймали тень...

We did not catch the shadow of mysterious carriages,
Sparkling gold on persons surprised.
Only on the lips remained a light mark,
From laughter bitter and salty salty.

Let me dream in a dream,
To say that everything went, that wounds were delayed.
Probably sunken ships
Letters write about this captains.

I dream of you simple to not dream,
Painfully serious and calm.
And I will give the deceased flowers,
Spilled in glass bottles.

You will understand everything and, not hiding a look,
I will smile sad and looked ...
Autumn rain, as many years ago,
Through the day will blow gold arrows.

Words -Mroslav Antich. Music - A. Maslyakov