Текст песни Реликвии - Бегущая по волнам

You are engaged in reading books,
And our window smashed in February
Stripping frosty face
It lowers the veil on the song.
My aura - cigarette smoke,
Road Dust, yes string blade
Somewhere you draw a portrait
In light thousands of moons.

Running on the waves
Our mystery of light plexus
Extinguished the power of the heat of a thousand lamps,
Or maybe just the summer is ended.
Leaves ripples
The same mystery of the deep sea.
I compose in a leaky boat
Drunk Blues or the new verse.

In the maze of your destiny
I get lost and do not shout shout
Along the road curves poles
Frightening slouch in the night.
Only the pale moon ramp
Lighthouse, yes galley items
Tearing cry from the heart strings
And on the streets is the foliage.

Running on the waves
Our mystery of light plexus
Extinguished the power of the heat of a thousand lamps,
Or maybe just the summer is ended.
Leaves ripples
The same mystery of the deep sea.
I compose in a leaky boat
Drunk Blues or the new verse.

Seven Mile Road to the south
Where is my shining star
But again, the circle closes,
Directing the train to a standstill
My aura - cigarette smoke,
Road Dust, yes string blade
Somewhere you draw a portrait
In light thousands of moons.