Текст песни павел пиковский - Радость моя

My joy, don't cry
Erase your tears.
Morning is a living executioner -
It will burn us from the inside.
And looking into the eyes
Say: "Break the pen!"
After all, life is just a train station,
And death is just a platform.

Until you lost your mind
You, my joy, understand:
My city got too small
A huge world is drowning in it.
And in the pouring rain
Everything will disappear by itself.
My train is standing and waiting
To take us home.

What a stupid life
There is a glass on the table.
I am very tired:
I have lived three hundred years.
Today is like yesterday
All the same evil game.
Fly, fly, petal!
Love your way!
Love your Far East
Love the Urals and Siberia!
Fly into the darkness and into the light
Where we are no more!
Fly ...

My joy, wake up!
Life is only a dream.
Do you hear in the wet night
Is the wheel spinning?
I'll finish the verse
And the poles will move.
My joy, hello!
Opposite Lane!

What a stupid life
There is a glass on the table.
I am very tired:
Tired of walking on Earth.
Today is like yesterday
All the same evil game.
Fly, fly, petal!
Love your way!
Love your Far East
Love the Urals and Siberia!
Fly into the darkness and into the light
Where we are no more!

What a stupid life
There is a glass on the table.
I am very tired:
I have lived three hundred years.
Today is like yesterday
All the same evil game.
Fly, fly, petal!
Love your way!
Love your Far East
Love the Urals and Siberia!
Fly into the darkness and into the light
Where we are no more!
Fly ...
Fly ...
Fly ...

My joy, don't cry
Wipe your tears ...