Текст песни Ирина Шарова - My heaven of dreams is being destroyed

When it becomes scary reality
The only place
Where can I calm and sleep.
After all, there is only beautiful life,
In which there is no war, injustice:
Good people there love, respect, appreciate,
A fair-praised as gods;
House flats in bright colors,
And tenderly kisses on the cheek the sun;
Trees are green in front,
Spreading branches high up to the sky ...
But the night passes,
And the dream melts the morning mist ...
And a million times
I throw a leg
Lies, Greed, Dirt,
Saying slyly: "If, as we have."
No, not hochu.Net not wish
Corrupts and corrupt to be.
Do not ruin,
Do not destroy my crystal paradise!
He is dying...
Here.
Now.
Inside.