Текст песни Премьер-Министр - Пятый океан

If crying tired soul,
if your house is empty,
minutes and flowing slowly
in the gloom of night,
let the hand touches the strings,
and out of the darkness
shed light over the sun,
to understand everything you are -

Your fifth ocean
just hid fog
but you will find it,
to create the magic of music.
Your fifth ocean
just hid fog
and do not need words -
this is your world, where only the music rights:

On the day when you come back to his house,
overtaking the whole world
and decide - in this world anymore
no white spots,
let the hand touches the strings,
and out of the darkness
shed light over the sun,

to understand everything you are -

Your fifth ocean
just hid fog
but you will find it,
to create the magic of music.
Your fifth ocean
just hid fog
and do not need words -
this is your world, where only the music rights