Текст песни Егор Львов - Песок

Yellow sand in flip-flops , the rock of the low dune ,
You raise your eyes to the sky tenderness young .
You raise your body to the air of hearing ,
You quietly happy in heaven with joy dryly.

On the morning of the sea of soft , I 'll drop you to the Sun ,
To spark of joy and a voice rang out good .
That would see again , once more listen to a hundred ,
Tenderness your find , next to you to take a nap .

In this red sand , under a pine tree white
Into the distance is the sea , the sky , closer to your hand .