Текст песни Андрюха Тарасенко - Французский поцелуй

built sand castles
and called them
cities
and didn't like when
they were destroyed
destroyed
they were called just a pile of dirt
but he brought different ideas to them for a change
this city will be visible in the sky
he thought
continuing to build the city
in pink glasses

he was looking for inspiration with a French kiss
having set up many streets, he did not find any more space anywhere
for new gardens for new roads
only in a city of sand he was his own God

closing eyes to vanity
filled the city with only kind hearts
didn’t let me even a mile away
those who at least once called material love

but the one who passed by
laughed to myself sometimes
and appreciated with a fresh eye:
well, I'm a hero too
built a sand castle
all ahead of the planet
closing my eyes to the fool
melted into white light

he was looking for inspiration with a French kiss
having set up many streets, he did not find any more space anywhere
for new gardens for new roads
only in a city of sand he was his own God