Текст песни Костя Игнатов - Голоса

The sun creeps out over the horizon
Shoots the bull’s eye without aiming
Silence. And only a stream whispers something
Here even a woodpecker passes by as a songbird
Voices awake in the morning

Great motives warm the soul of strings
And fire burns the notes of negativity.
Inaccessible Camps
Dropping sms and internet chains.
Beautiful voices sound in unison

Between pines, strings bind songs
The song here is one for the whole singing forest
Everything merged into one extinct fire
Oh, the starry sky has spread a tent
But voices won't sleep tonight

And when the time comes, they will fly away
Wandering around houses, noisy streets
With photo joyful glowing faces
Encouraging. Everything, of course, will happen again
And more than once voices will come here