Текст песни Михаил Брусаков - Где Ручей

In a black and white bright summer
Our intertwined with you wonders
Would colors, but where to get the garden
There would be questions, but where answers
Stave - all that was with him -
Notes carefully filled
Rain forgotten, but the wind heeded

Passionate runners allowed in growth,
Soon we landed just hold on to the rope

In a black and white bright summer
Our woven wonders with you,
Where the moon slipped over the faces of the sky,
Yes creek sang all the voices

In black and white paint nights
Our voices intertwined with you
Maybe others would have become, and how ago
I shouted into the void would be, but where to take urine
His face is bright, look, stand still.
The long prayer wiser haste,
And in the middle of the forest tired pawn

Passionate reaped the fruits with a vengeance
And the forest was indignant, but lashed foliage

In black and white paint nights
Our voices intertwined with you
Where the water is still wears away the stone
Yes brook sings all the voices.

He wandered alone, and the moon was burning,
He hid his eyes involuntarily.
Where the stars shone like burning body
Yes brook sang in all the votes.