Текст песни Старый Гурд - Костёр

The fire tickled the stars and they twinkled
Git
I locked the world in myself
He took burning coals, held it to his chest
Evil hissing: "-Go away!" - did not heat. Alas!
The flames pushed the night behind everyone's back
There the darkness clumped together, it is easy to disappear in it
A guitar in the hands of a romantic with grace played
I collected all the grievances, pains, fears and stole
The song lifted higher in the hope of embracing tenderness
And I felt needed here, clean, honest
Busting strings - crystal shoes up the stairs
Cinderella hurries to the ball - no, she does not dream
Bonfire tongues dance invoking the forces of the astral
And strange
In an orange spot, images are brighter than steel
Logs cracked, shot sparks
Do you want a little bit of sensitivity? Just be sincere ...
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