Текст песни Александр Заславский - Мой голос

Hello my dear, the path was far
Hello washed, blood for blood
Shards of your love in the sky
Shards of my dream in the sea.

How waiting to ease the pain
How, not being afraid to fall asleep on the water
In the sky, the fragments are rattling with a string
In the sea, fragments are torn upward.

My voice. My voice. My voice.
Hide her palm.
Your cold. Your cold. Your cold.
Finds fire sooner.

Wild staircase, drunken entrance
Finnish messages in warm granite
I sewed the sun and snow with turquoise
I filled the smell and light with you.

Proud bird with badge on the shoulder
Little boy standing by the candle
The cold is gone and carried away on my shoulder
We licked the wounds of the dream.

My voice. My voice. My voice.
Hide her palm.
Your cold. Your cold. Your cold.
Will find fire sooner.

A proud bird lives on the shoulder
Hope will be strong again
Walked for many years but returned to the candle
Met you and opened up the clouds.

There are lights burning in the sky
Red, blue, everything is ahead
I just collapsed into bed in the morning
In a word, now I can draw.

My voice. My voice. My voice.
Hide her palm.
Your cold. Your cold. Your cold
Can light a fire.