Текст песни Анна Абикулова на стихи инока Всеволода - Несказка

We thought we Toys
in children's hands, in the hands of people.
The patterns of lace, curls,
flicker days whirling days.

We thought it was just joking,
children's games that are funny,
that our role will forget,
that the days are not afraid of oblivion.

And it turned out we all omnipotent
but it turned out that serious
fire burns red tulips,
River flows grown-tear.

But it turned out we are free,
We can not avoid the choice of:
rise if the winter cold
il die il die?

We do not leave, we will not give up.
Toys sleep, and we do not sleep.
To us will come back again
only what they themselves refund.

See through the water, wait for rescue,
breathe through a straw,
country specular reflections
Let not the display,

hope to live up to the light pain,
graying love children,
and believe: the girl Assol
returns Gray, Gray returns.