Текст песни прохожий - Пасха

Mel clean copy, true story, tall tale,
As if it was not a mortal person.
On papyrus white swan
Opens the face of the Father ...

That ridiculous dream drowned in sight
Midnight virgins; the fate you do not lie,
Wind from the street heard today
The gospel of the sunrise soul ...

"No," - now I tell sulfur clouds,
In the water, I go both coast.
Clearly feeling - dilapidation end
Time tries fatal crown.
 
Mel Anew paint on canvas,
A Simonov fish - in the network,
After the death of sprouts in the spring of life,
How can we not sing here ...

Lonely in this city
Share with me your music,
We'll go with you to the Metropolitan,
In the priesthood home holidays rains ...

Angelo-like white stratoplane
Came a postcard families and homes,
Morning-mail Dispersal snowstorm.
Joy is bleeding, and ringing in April!