Текст песни Аля Дульцева - Перо

It will be the night will be a breeze, be darkness will be ash,
There are dreams, the burden will be reality, there will be time,
Will heights will be a bird, like a stone - and shatter.
Will the blood be ashes will be tribulation, it will be a breeze.

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Fresh feathers spinning windy
dance ridiculous, unseen, unknown.
Feathers ragged torn painting
Mortals are drawn in the sky marks.

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If the catch pen hand, think - a dream or reality?
Windy dance circling, circling, trying to embrace the world,
The sky is so close and high in the clouds of stellar candles ...
You know, so if you caught the pen - it is necessary to save it.

Windy dance circles, circles, feathers takes off
And with tufts of feathers torn and flies night.
Ashes in the hourglass will again become a simple sand,
Time will go, and come to us a chance to survive until "later".

Strange midnight conspiracy falter only zabrezhzhit dawn
The darkness recedes, crumbles to dust and heavy dark delirium.
There was a bird, the burden of the ashes, look - light outside the window!
Night receded, and all was forgotten ... Only in the hand - pen.