Текст песни Последние Танки в Париже - Сказка ДЕСЯТАЯ

City without doors,
All in colors.
Decked forest
Disappears fear.
light spite
Crawls down.
Because of your hand
Disappears life.
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From the blood and tears,
Because of past days.
From wine birches
And foliage thereon
.
From the edge of the road
Smoke-free end
Fly Away to Heaven
New heart.
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We are going home.
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Do not see the eyes,
Screener hand.
Let the last time.
To what longing.
But why?
Again we blame?
On the path up
We are going home.
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We are going home.

We are going home.

We are going home.

We are going home.

We are going home!