Текст песни Артём Гельман - Парк

Tired of the dirt of TV news,
From the stress that accumulated over the week,
I’ll go to the park where the ground is the crown of firs
Decorated with patterns of shadows.

There the air is clean, peace and volatile
Not only the body, but also the soul is treated.
Stay among the trees - it will become easier
On the heart. After all, I forget the grievances ...

Agave flower stalk striving in the sky
A lush, purple garland
Hang from the branches of an old jacaranda.
And look silk silk grass caress.

It takes a little to understand: our world
So unique and beautiful.
After all, a miracle is in the details: in an olive flower
And in the smell that gives people myrtle ...