Текст песни Мёртвый Ты - Каждый день как праздник

Heart trembles with sad love,
In a closed soul, a furious fire.
But the heart knows the golden secret
When the sun falls on the palm.

And every day is like a holiday.
Any night - melancholy.
Home life is like a labyrinth: diverse, trouble-free.
The hand hardens after relaxation.

And the heart will be lost that it cannot see
No eyepiece, no telescope.
And the heart sees: the wind over Russia
Sweeps garbage from protected trails.

And every day is like a holiday.
Any night - melancholy.
Home life is like an action movie: diverse, trouble-free.
The hand trembles after exertion.

In the amber sheen of pure radiance
Grace of light descends on earth.
For the shame of war, for misery and suffering
The meaning of death is to give redemption.