Текст песни Пикник - Океан трав

Come with me, I'll tell you why
I would not want to go alone
There, where the thin branches to take out the heavens
To where enthusiastically about something sing
Ocean grasses, herbs homeless ocean wind

Behind the back left of the city of glass and stones
In fantastic patterns of infinite lights.
And maybe soon we will go back.
Look at me again, look me in the eye

Here again, crouched at his feet
Crossroads though dusty flower.
He remembered all our steps.
He let me go, we're not enemies with him,
In the ocean of grasses, herbs into the ocean, homeless wind.

Behind the back left of the city of glass and stones
In fantastic patterns of infinite lights.
And maybe soon we will go back.
Look at me again, look me in the eye

Come on, do not be afraid to lose something.
So I want to believe that it was not in vain.
In spite of the cold and rain
We call for a picnic, where long been waiting for,
Ocean herbs, grasses ocean, homeless wind.

Behind the back left of the city of glass and stones
In fantastic patterns of infinite lights.
And maybe soon we will go back.
Look at me again, look me in the eye