Текст песни Шаманский - Что ж, посидим-помолчим...

Well, let's sit down, we will help
Lost the keys
And the road home is more restless of the birds.
Here - the lights do not go out,
The days are untreatable
And smiles walk the streets of faces.

Life -
Not paradise
But again
Dancing dreams
you-
Birami
own way,
not too late.

And through a mile of the way,
You will understand - ahead
There are many more events - prepare a suitcase.
You know, everything is fine
the ice diverges the seam - -
This is torn outside the soul of the ocean.

Life -
Not paradise
But again
Dancing dreams
you-
Birami,
own way,
not too late.
AND-
combustion
pain
And they gave horror ...
you-
Birami
own way
And ran.

Here is an unfounded howl
that the convoy left,
cools on the marble-white sheet,
as events parade
Or thoughts a cascade
in a dream.