Текст песни Рома ВПР - Последняя

The soil will rest in peace,
Poplar summer fluff
And the eternal winter shines through with frost.
And whirl in a white dance
Endless snowy wind
Before him you will answer in full for everything.

And dawn comes at eight
Autumn leaves in the clouds
And looming in the chest means to live.

It's hard to tear the asphalt with your hands
On the road with clouds.
Do not catch them with your lips, do not drink them.

Surrender yourself alive to their paradise,
They are afraid to think by night
What bad weather in dreams.
The phone is silent
I whisper into the mute pipe:
"It's okay, I got there, spring ..."

And the moon is replaced by the sun
And a window in the heart is hammered,
And death is buried in the earthly firmament.
And your voice crumbles a stone
To the road to the clouds for me
Find now another other door.
To find a blade of grass in the snow -
Half of God's chalice.
To just
Believe, breathe, endure.

The soil will rest in peace. x2