Текст песни Петраченко Екатерина - Пьет чай

Drinking tea

Somewhere there is a country with grass to the waist,
 There, on the slopes of rain noise.
 On the terrace at the blue railings
 Shooting Stars are scattered on the stage.

It all felt berets,
 Sun ray gently slides from roofs,
 And the scent of lavender
 Washed your feet, step-Paris.

Maybe then you will not accidentally
 Passed the ticket and in the country has not reached ...
 The snuffbox troll emptied tobacco -
 Tin Soldier inheritance.

And everywhere the wide open windows
 Without curtains - evening light streaming.
 Of geranium multicolor
 Balconies Ornaments - a hundred centuries in the afternoon.

But someone out there is silent about
 What is my home too early.
 Light in the sky, and the Heart of God
 Lives, drink tea, do not tuzhit.

And it is not clear where the Darkness,
 And it is not clear where the Light.
 And it is not clear what is the secret of love,
 On a number of times,
 About a hundred years
 They wrote in the books,
 Silent dreams.

And it is not clear where the "no"
 And it is not clear where the "yes"
 And it is not clear what is the secret of love,
 About that time ctolko,
 About a hundred years
 They wrote in the books,
 Silent dreams.

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