Текст песни Анастасия Тивякова МБ - Заклинание

That does not affect what is left?
Loneliness. World land.
Wind tumbled down from the mountains to ride,
Touch gently feather grass.

You see a girl in a white dress?
Scar despair for the soul.
We have to grow up and grow old,
According to tradition, with haste.

But we are new. Too early.
Too late for spring.
The air falls from the sky fabrics,
White cloud of silence

In our twilight. And if it is necessary
To think, feel and love?
No, i guess. We would have healed
In happy. To sail

A lake is a secret -
Looking memory drawings.
Girl shout spell -
Scar despair for the soul.

Cry, The Universe! We will remain,
We failed. Failed.
Wind tumbled down from the mountains to ride,
Touch gently feather grass ..