Текст песни Вокзал Потерянных Снов - Страна приливов

In the country of tides and rain
Where old maple drops leaves,
Where the waves draw up to the star,
Caressing stone faces

In the night burning cities,
And the wind pulls the old sail.
There are trains in the distance,
Lights in the night looking tired.

So many years to wander in the darkness,
Someone wait. Where to go?
Empty tunnel, distant light -
What awaits me at the end of the way?

There are castles in the sands,
And the threads are drawn over the abyss.
There the sun beam heat caressed
Foliage cold hundred blades.