Текст песни Михаил Калинкин - Ушедшим в небо

His soul aspired to the mountains,
And there stay forever,
Stayed in space corridors,
For all of last year.
His soul flew to the glacier,
A stream of white fire,
And good-bye to the body,
And we are left to protect.

Win or lose,
Let everyone decide for themselves,
A living soul movement
Another peace of mind
We do a lot if we stand
Kohl has no place on a plain
Only calm space
Or a secret movement

And traces of his cats
Easy to go
On the glass blue glacier
And flowing under his weightless hand
Cloud cloud cloud
Clouds Clouds Clouds

He went through all the border
He broke the yoke of being
It can be there now settles
Where to place him only
It will continue forever
Write your road row
And smile at people counter
And to go up on the glacier

And traces of his cats
Over the edge of the clouds
On the glass blue glacier
And flowing under his weightless hand
Cloud cloud cloud
Clouds Clouds Clouds