Текст песни А. Данилов - Я спою тебе про Красное море

Fingers glide over the strings themselves,
From Sharps crawled to the flat,
Or in the storm sweep as the Huns,
According frets like a wide field.

Waiting between each breath,
Embroider your pattern, the world of triads
It performs a divine cloth
Tucked them in the same way as a case.

I will sing to you about the blue sea,
The fact that someone called the Red,
And about the sun that wanders on a farmstead
The sunset charming tale.

About sand, we decompose the rug,
And then, in collaboration with the wind
He painted all in orange,
Becoming an artist and even a poet.

Your eyes overflowing cup
Highlighting its shine my hands.
Nothing I have not seen a more beautiful,
Dissolve us in this sound.

21. 07.01