Текст песни Ксения Власова - проданы небеса

The desperate cry of a distraught seagull
You are in a rocking chair
and I am on the berth of other people's ships.
We have not celebrated
How many days we have not slept at night
After all, behind our shoulders
Half a hundred roads
Cubic meters of sadness
After all, we have half a hundred roads behind us.

- We should open our eyes,
We would have a thunderstorm in words,
And for some reason
Beckons to heaven.
Spreading wings in an instant
Seagulls scream softly.
Putting on the brakes ..
Sold .. sold .. sold .. sold .. heaven.

We strive in the distance, we are not afraid of the path
Wrong fight
Have equalized all other people's sins
We are more noticeable, but still
Wait for someone to help
More dear to yourself
And the heart is in blood.
Wait for someone to help
And the heart is in blood.

- We should open our eyes,
We would have a thunderstorm in words,
And for some reason
Beckons to heaven.
Spreading wings in an instant
Seagulls scream softly.
Putting on the brakes ..
Sold .. sold .. sold .. sold .. heaven.