Текст песни Максим Леонидов - Ключи

Sitting in a colorful country
On the boulder
Going around your stone garden
Where there is always starfall
I keep my keys in my pocket
From mushroom rains and from White Night
From a blizzard, from a drop, from May thunderstorms
And from dreams and from dreams
I will open the old castle
And step over the threshold
And that hour will pick me up
Whirlwinds of the far day
The coniferous aroma of Christmas,
Affectionate, white perfumes of childhood,
The spirit of a blizzard, the spirit of a drop, the spirit of summer dreams,
Dream Time, Dream Time

Ooh, where did everything rush off to, where?
Ooh, water leaked through your fingers
I know that this time will never be returned ...

Sitting in a colorful country
On the boulder
Going around your stone garden
Where there is always starfall
I keep my keys in my pocket
From mushroom rains and from White Night
From a blizzard, from a drop, from May thunderstorms
And from dreams and from dreams