Текст песни Луна и грош - Парус

Roses in Countess Wine in a glass
And Fedor Mikhailovich and Murakov
Together dust on the bookshelf,
But both are hardly unlikely because
From this probably someone became a wise,
But only for sure no one is happy
Ah these tests,
What we are given forces ...

Oh my light, my soul, polka dot dress,
All this is certainly around Ponaroshka,
You just have to invent it first,
While someone did not do it.

Look to the moon, only a few waves,
And the world and truly lies on the back of the turtle
And space flows through you,
Leaving the star in your braids.

Metamorphosis ideas in space
Searches for ghostly constancy
What continues to spin
Axis of Providence, Crane and Tit ...

The midst of the blue sea whites sail
Increasingly in memory than revealed while staying, but without it, where there are waves
Would be incomplete.