Текст песни Боязнь Высоты - Философия Любви

In the Milky Way, with the bright star
Let us leave a piece of themselves forever
In the old canvas painted eternity
And, as before, it hovers love

But there, high in the distant, cold worlds
So easy, so easy to die of boredom
But here on earth, you can drop your own
And fall, plunged into the arms of love

In the madding crowd, we leave resentment
And everyone will remember something of their own
And a cry of joy will spread in space
This means one thing - to win the love

And then, as always, we do not know ourselves
After all, love warms any heart
On earth, in heaven, in a variety of other worlds
I will know that I love you ....