Текст песни Елена Дриацкая - Музыка

Mountain road, torny path
Music walks next to tobab
As if from nowhere
Music is a mystery, music is a miracle

Chorus:
In white clouds above the river
And in the weaving of ripe herbs under my hand
In the timid morning dawn
You are always and everywhere
And I don't need another music

You are endowed with a strange power
Then you will turn into the met happiness
Then without hope, without promises
Become the sadness of the first goodbyes

Now carefully, then serenely
You can be formidable, you can be gentle
Hide in a word, look like a note
Music, where are you, music, who are you?