Текст песни Катя Третьякова - Полёт

From small glass of ice
I wove myself.
There is water inside me
And, as if, to nowhere.
Colorful thoughts roam
In my head
But the black and white world
He is nevertheless closer to her.

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Do you hear
Raindrops on the roofs
The city is almost cooled
From the heat (from love).
And somewhere
In the dim sunshine
Rainbow spill
Our flight (our flight).

In the space of sunlight
The landscape glides.
We are made up of little things
Locks, keys.
Let someone write
Your romance about us
He will not have enough hundreds
Good nights.

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