Текст песни Dimaestro - Вавилон

Hundreds of paper crafts
Not launched in the port and not in the creek.
You lived in the desert; I have lived in cities.
We sing about the same, but in different languages.

You're not laughing vpopad and I cry not serious,
But, at the same time, we keep the oceans of bitter tears.
You do not know what it means to wait, knowing in advance:
This book is infinite until someone reads.

Each lit star (thee or me)
There had to carry two ... .nas home.
So, do not let to me read this book ever!
To understand each other, I will leave the city.