Текст песни Л.Федоров и И.Крутоголов - Взрыв Цветов

And who will see an explosion of color
soul in the dirt without losing
not being crooked who will direct
and sighted as a thousand eagles

Zalit like tin without words
I waited like almonds olives
worm crawling out of a hole falling
was patient not seeking Dreams

and suddenly here but what next
so it does not have anything
that was used better and brighter
What is this ease between the branches

Giver striking
on white and black keys
kissing healing
loyalty swan antiquity vorogov

Singing and watered
like strings and similar jet
grieving star burning
roasted scoop of God

Weeping clay hardens
dirt turns into amphorae
fermenting wine cellar grow cold
splash in glasses topical arfoyu

Pulse beats increasingly
sounds purer and purer
I hear them now
light wave of the eternal tomorrow overtaken.