Текст песни Виктор Чайка - Синий

Dawn sings outside the window, but before him you
No matter.
Sleeping legs, you walk for the threshold
Silently, to your car.

In this race for success you were ahead of all
And so, for happiness there is no interference.
But the breath of beauty, and disturbing notes of dreams
You will not hear anymore.

And I paint the sky again in blue,
Even though it pouring.
Throw tons of snow on the desert -
Someday it will bloom.

Where was the past and become where you will take the wings
If you want to fly?
Subordinate to the wind, the mountain conjugates,
Smile in the morning!

Who in the shower without silver, in whose eyes the fire of the fire,
Stained fingers
Dust of gold coins - there is no life in this brilliance
See: Rushes light

And I paint the sky again in blue,
Even though it pouring.
Throw tons of snow on the desert -
Someday it will bloom.