Текст песни ПлатформА - Мы бежим по волнам

You know sin to indulge in melancholy
After all, we have other sins
Melt that long ago covered by hoarfrost
And deliver his soul from the husk

We run through the waves
In this moon silver light
The city sleeps in peace.
Only the flickering lights of lighthouses
Look at the beauty,
What happens here at dawn.
In an hour, when you're me.
Again timidly kosnёshsya hand

I may seem cynical
You're the one, I can understand
I accept the saying of Nietzsche,
Fear of losing you lose

We run through the waves
In this moon silver light
The city sleeps in peace.
Only the flickering lights of lighthouses
Look at the beauty,
What happens here at dawn.
In an hour, when you're me.
Again timidly kosnёshsya hand

To nothing more than a metamorphosis
Those who wrote the fate of prompt
And the roses in the garden,
So let's go show them to you

We run through the waves
In this moon silver light
The city sleeps in peace.
Only the flickering lights of lighthouses
Look at the beauty,
What happens here at dawn.
In an hour, when you're me.
Again timidly kosnёshsya hand