Текст песни ревякин feat F.P.G и Константин Кинчев - Девятибально

Nine-bladed storms, everyone was missing,
There was a stone in the heart - it turned into an anchor.
Of those smoked ammonia entrances,
I dream of climbing the stairs of Jacob.
Say to the Almighty: "Father, I thank
And I rejoice at every December I have lived. "
My concrete sky has become bottomless and blue
This love makes me strong.

You hear a scream, you hear a call
But you are used to living in a world of dreams.
The day will come, the hour will come
The sun is for us.

The rays of lanterns will show us the way,
And we will sing rusty hinges of access doors.
To where frozen cities await us
Where we sing the arteries of the rivers with ice chimes.

Butterfly - it's not only a clever sharp knife,
And the caterpillar will someday become a precious brooch.
From the workshop of the Chief Heavenly Jeweler,
To wake my hearts once, a lyre was given to me.
Faith without works is dead, as well as works without faith,
We were given the chance to run away, straight from the dirty cages.
To anyone who seeks light in the dark dead ends of the maze,
A planned marathon may suddenly turn out to be a sprint.

You hear a scream, you hear a call
But you are used to living in a world of dreams.
The day will come, the hour will come
The sun is for us.

The rays of lanterns will show us the way,
And we will sing rusty hinges of access doors.
To where frozen cities await us
Where we sing the arteries of the rivers with ice chimes.

The rays of lanterns will show us the way,
And we will sing rusty hinges of access doors.
To where frozen cities await us
Where we sing the arteries of the rivers with ice chimes.