Текст песни Пятая 4етверть - По ту сторону небес

Having a short path,
I will not return home,
After all, I'm now the other,
I'm not happy with you.

And the city is pouring tears,
And the sky is crying for me,
But the bright sun in January
I do not come back to you.

Coming the other life,
I do not want to go back ...

Towards the sun,
Waiting for miracles
The soul is so eager
On the other side of heaven.

And I had to run
Away from people,
Where there are no minutes or days,
In the infinity of fields.

A hundred times walking in the open,
On the edge of passing,
But not strong enough,
I could not ask yourself

But not strong enough to fly ...

Towards the sun,
Waiting for miracles
The soul is so eager
On the other side of heaven.

The fate saved me,
I do not put a cross,
It can be seen simply no places
On the other side of heaven