Текст песни Марта Орлова - Подарок Судьбы

On the cutting edge of a bare nerve
Through distances you radiate change.
Closer ... hear, trade countries and cities
And just believe in me once and for all!

After years completely by accident
Become extraordinary:
for those who wait at night
Who saved.
At the height of lived truths
Read all my thoughts
Breathe mysticism of meaning
after all, doomed
Create and save this happiness!
Understand: I'm used to bad weather,
And you - as if sent by a gift of Fate.
Could get free with you
From everyone who painfully dreams
Peace spread into the nooks of the soul.

Just catching your views on me!
Just love when you're around!
Through the kilometers I feel in my gut how we pulsate in unison.

(Words, music, performance by Mart Orlov. Dedicated to Denis Kholodnitsky)