Текст песни Вадим Курылёв - Музыка

Somewhere in heaven, sounds,
And immediately on the crash of the conductor,
Music rushes from clouds to the ground,
And fouls the whole city.

Clear streams between houses,
Warming the walls of centuries
Putting people from close streets,
And shy right to the clouds.

Let him come and plunge
In this sea of ​​music and light,
Those who always seek purification
Let them go to the transparent church.

Pitch slowing down in front of him
We entrust themselves with the waves.
Who should not, he will not drown
But we for all our sins in response.

Relieve your gray clothes
Touch these light waters.
And bless the flood
To be not the last time.

Music will fill us with love,
Wives with us and dirt and blood, and malice.
We get up before it kneel
Music will save all of us!