Текст песни Misteria - Became a river

Sweep oar, I knew without words
Each act of yours might just be lucky
Twenty-odd years I have carried to you
Each river remember if he took a break from dreams
You're the fruit of my imagination, I invented you
You're the perfect woman, and unfortunately the fog
You do not feel, comes only in dreams
On white sails and masts of a dream ...
You're like the winter remained on the glass of ice vvide
You are obliged to be with me, but freedom - on, fly!
I lit one yet comfortable ring stove
In our hearts ... and heart ... what is it?
We dream to live, to dream, to fly
I dreamed that love to simply fall
We dream to sleep soundly and dream
On white sails and masts at sunset

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