Текст песни Martin Eden - Щастя

We built a house
The wreckage of dreams.
The city of dreams
Tired of action.
We invented our
Quite a strange life.
We do not believe the words,
For words - rubbish.

One, two, three!
Open your eyes at last .
One, two, three!
Whispers something in his ear .
One, two, three!
Start to do something ,
Because only your dreams you have to make.
For each of us seeks his happiness .

And we are all very different.
These are not similar.
People do not iron,
Just passers-by.
And someone sits on the Internet,
But anyone listening to the wind.
Someone wants to escape from the planet,
And someone simply collects flowers.