Текст песни Александр Северный - Узоры на ладони

Patterns in the palm of your hand

Patterns in the palm of your hand
Living and finally,
I path the paths of life
And at random.

I strive and think, I renew,
As if I had chosen the path
As if unknown
Cosmic essence.

As if we did not know
When they came here,
And we were not prescribed
All lines of fate.

Why wrinkle the lobby so
And make out of yourself
After all, the right is stupid -
Always extol.

When I reject pride
And I will choose peace
Suddenly the sun will smile
It gets older as a river

And the path on the boat is wonderful,
Cool and alive,
Beauty love will wake up
And I will become different.

When, having forgotten the order,
I wave through the wall
And the pain that the heart is grunting
Suddenly he will be on the shoulder.

When spreading the wings,
I'll step, without looking down,
And suddenly I understand by accident
That this is a new sheet.