Текст песни Типичный Ритм - Земля мечты

On the highest system from the land hanging a star -
Planet, where the "typical rhythm" sounds, the wave is noise on the sea.
There instead of the Sun bright light of the moon, forests grow
And the waterfall is poured against the background of a big cliff. Closing the eye
On the branches of the leaves are sleeping. From the depths of the lakes
There are sounds - water flows are burly.
There is an eternal smell of a miracle, plenty of grass, there are miracles ...
Live birds scream from the depths of the forests ...

Or flies in the sky bird, catching up his shadow
On the field of dew drops, it becomes light.
Everything is covered with dark blue moss
And each noise falls around the copper mountains
Lost ringing from under the earth goes to heaven. Melody of the day
Changes silence in the morning. So high
Planet, where the motive sounds and so easy
Water that sharpens White Reef

My dream is there the light of the dark blue seas,
Noise wave, calling the voice of shadows into the sky,
The star is burning, swimming the smell of a miracle grass,
There is a "typical blows" coming to dreams.

There every day the wind blows, the rock is washed,
In the forest along the live pine, the grass will be shifted,
Moonful night comes to meet the lunar day,
A noticeable melody always plays in the rain.
New rhythm makes changing the eagle flight,
On the slope fly stones down, yawns away the moon,
It turns out, leaning smoke, thick fog
From under the ground. Locals power
Eternal dawns. Favorite dance: in tact
Oaks are swinging. For each millimeter sushi -
Underground moves. Traces everywhere
Wild beasts. The motive plays to all
It became warm. And enjoys freedom
Living land. And each all wave only rhythm sounded for
Covered green fields. Erased
Time under the evening of nights. Merges
With the sea stream ...

My dream is there the light of the dark blue seas,
Noise wave, calling the voice of shadows into the sky,
The star is burning, swimming the smell of a miracle grass,
There is a "typical blows" coming to dreams.

Noise is heard - anxiety fills sleep earth,
Eat everything around. Mute silence
And only rhythm is gaining strength. From the depths of the rocky mountains
How raises the flame. Bonfire -
Runs down the lava down, the hill envelopes couples
River washed off, the volcano sleeps under the smoke. Afar
Sky voice is heard. Whispering
Forgotten words, the body shakes
That star. Pleasy sleep
Only the smell of a miracle - living grass.
The sea changes color from blue to
White tears. Blind Mist
Inflates fire from ash. Star falls,
Cool land and unnoticed for dreams
Take days and over the planet sweet sound -
Flowing water with a big cliff

My dream is there the light of the dark blue seas,
Noise wave, calling the voice of shadows into the sky,
The star is burning, swimming the smell of a miracle grass,
There is a "typical blows" coming to dreams.