Текст песни i1 - Неоконченная пьеса

The unmelted bed
The Consciousness of semi-assembled
On the morning again accompany
Nedochitannuyu play-night.

Flying dreams,
We are in his confession of love
How to repeat the prayer,
Pushing away the frailty of mind.

And dispelling dreams
Under the cover of a blanket,
I hold you to my breast.

And blizzard, all cold,
All the hardships and sorrows
Disappear with the advent of the sun-king.

Day buzzing with the sound of the road,
Spoiling the day to the sound of the wind,
But sits imposingly
On feather sun in the sky.

Omitting the legs rhythmically
On their way, centimeter
We are moving to where the melt
Clear day in the residual dreams.

And setting up dreams
Under the cover of a blanket,
I hold you to my breast.

And all the anger, all your tears,
All past sadness
Disappear in a haze of semi-sweet sleep.

The unmelted bed
The Consciousness of falling asleep
To the heart Firmly push
Your dreams, a play-reading night.