Текст песни Антон Собе-Панек - Это небо

I'll sing about how the stars
Rustle the foliage of centuries.
I will fill this rustle
The quiet sound of desire.

The light is mystical and strict,
Forgotten light, long-awaited
It will flow like the wind
Like a quiet warm wind.

Light by the sounds of guitar strings
Pours like liquor from the night
Smoke ringing in the moon frame
Waiting for his touch.

Wait a moment, you are wonderful!
Wait while you still want
Listen to night music
The one that the sky mutters to me

Chorus:
This sky is not drawn for us.
These stars are not enchanted for us.
These tears on my cheeks are incomprehensible to me.
You will not forget this shine in your eyes.

Let the constellation remember
That I'm playing for him.
And then it will tell
For those who will be much later:

Nights, stars, sea, sky
My quiet confession
Sung to the rustle of the stars,
All trembling
Guitar strings flutter.

Chorus X 2