Текст песни Александр Заславский - Со стороны

From the side

Dry palette, dry eyes
Just two roads, one not back
Another saint, but the same one
A dull melody, a verse past the mouth.
Rain instead of blood, earth instead of ice
Spring instead of pain, painfully right
Serpentine word and pink forest
A simple saint in a siren of robes.

It was cold
But life is not broken
That the chains are loose
Only visible from the side.

A small soul hurts
A small soul is weaker
It's harder to be big
Thinking about well more often.
Most run in circles of all
Stumble where success was
Carry out trouble in two buckets
And to break fate for two.

And now in a straight line - home
Drink your blood with water
For hope and under the wing
Realizing that I was lucky.
And sea water heals everything
Carves a spark from tears
Heals those who are still healthy
And gives birth to poetry without words.