Текст песни 003 Арина Максимова - Острова

In the book of fairy tales, I remember the picture:
you and I are on the corner tower.
Get here and I'll freeze again
in the wind with outstretched hand.

Far away, where the waves are curled
turn into haze, distinguish
islands of bliss how big
purple cakes.

For golden fingers
from a special sweet land
baker with curly wings
they were baked on the edge of the sky.

And it must be easier there and more beautiful
and, perhaps, we would have set off into the distance,
if our books, our dogs
and love we wouldn’t be so sorry.