Текст песни Briz - Пока горит звезда

Mom look,
How many black clouds in our heavens
Laugh, dance,
I do not want to hear pain in your vice
Someone's arguments will lie dust under the table
Give me strength to love
To live and sing without reason

Let the gate open, as always
Let meets the dawn at the threshold
each of us is waiting for joy and sadness
while star burns
again get a new day

Mom say
How much is late in this head
Singles of quiet call
You let us fall asleep in this lair ...
Flying on flesh
Someone's arguments
Morning is mocking tracks
Yes, tear the foliage in the courtyards of the wind

And the gate will open as always
And meets the burial at the threshold
each of us is waiting for joy and sadness
while star burns
again get a new day