Текст песни Мать Тереза - Гроза

Open your eyes, walks thunderstorm.
In the palms melting turquoise.
Tram, descended from the rail, leaves
For indifferent horizon.
As in the sky, a drop of my lead.
As in the sea, the reflection of dawn.
I will become a black caravel,
To stay in the world of this.
And the wedding in mourning decoration.
And enchanted romance.
And the sweet smoke of decades.
And the shore of tired rivers.