Текст песни Миласа - По ту сторону Сна

Past dress worn,
But in the pockets lie diamonds,
In the future you - the guest is non-crumb,
There is their own music and musicians.

Snow charm hints,
Writers of traces of animal
White horse - all mochaya mane,
In the swinging fog will pass through the picture
On the other side of sleep
On the other side of sleep ...

And poet imperial lilies
Will turn into singing air,
Old Angel with Wings Residues
From the tin roofing will cut the stars.

Whispered nothing wants
Fly away - still not happening
Looks like my loneliness
It turned out to be surprisingly too much

On the other side of sleep
On the other side of sleep ...

You do not destroy reality
And you will not build a reality,
My scattered mirror spirit
Smalled my castoricality ... ..

Sky storing thunderstorms.