Текст песни Ольга Таурис - Миру

Instead of "Thank you" in the script are uneven
Letters I will write only the "world".
Behind the snowfalls April beads,
Large dust sliding past.

For non-burnable gold lights,
That with the onset of the night becomes brave,
Catchy, clear. So, I ask, hug
Blue his with the highest strength and measure.

And for the morning worldwide radiot, ubiquitous. Easy tones
Matov. In this hour, I usually drink Mokko and, say goodbye to the same tart of dreams,

Run out of the elevator - to wander around the yards of lonely. They seek me like me
Whisper. Whether the screenshots of old window frames,
Whether someone's steps remote notes

And for rough, Top Ambir times Stalin,
That rather repulses the incomplete stucco
For bulkstands from squares and windows with shutters,
For the absorbed souls here live-houses with mezzanine.

For the palm of the welcome homeland of my cities,
Heart - Skitalets without address or border.
In every village, everywhere I will find a house for yourself, scattering for eternal memory with grains.


(20.03-14.04.2014)