Текст песни Как Будто Будда - По раскрашенному небу

These eyes are the sun and this water
It is spring
Yours
On painted sky
Little stupid boy
Color Your Eye, Your Eye Color
The color of your eye is played by April

But again the rain, God like smells
You do not come
Heart dries
Stupid angel in agony beats, slander wings
Blood from them chopped with cold rains

On the painted sky ...

Trees Flowers Bathe in Puddles
Little boy goes somewhere
See how he loves
How believes and knows that happiness is not somewhere
And what is it here