Текст песни Кирилл Комаров - Арамболь

Somewhere over two thousand miles from the nearest snow
You and I have become people who speak with heaven.
Heaven has heard you and me,
And it showed the way to Arambol.
A quiet place where the pain dies.

We denzhim path to the southeast, sodtse burns our faces.
But those who fall into the stream, trouble does not happen
If you correctly vybarl role, you might wonder - Arambol,
A quiet place where the pain dies.

Sky embraces the sea, the sea, the sea hugs the sky, and we are in between.
The shadow of a banyan tree, surf, night shakes us with you tenderly.
So soft.

Somewhere over two thousand miles from the nearest sadness,
You and I have seen the world dreamed of.
I will not take anything with them,
When I go back in Arambol,
All I need - it's your love.

Sky embraces the sea, the sea, the sea hugs the sky, and we are in between.
The shadow of a banyan tree, surf, night shakes us with you tenderly.
So soft.

Somewhere over two thousand miles from the nearest snow ...