Текст песни Саша Ковальчук - Белые Дороги

I saw a dove executed in court
His holy blood flowed like sand to the floor
And the black demon called me into an unequal battle
In a bloody battle, winning over and over again

My dream is a fabulous untouched space
My fear is the endless black corridor
My day is homemade with no causal fear
My cross-white roads on my hands (4x)

I am not clear to anyone, even to myself
And surrounded by a large crowd of street rats
And black and white are creatures in my brain
want to intervene, in a gray compromise place

My dream is a fabulous untouched space
My fear is the endless black corridor
My day is homemade with no causal fear
My cross-white roads on my hands (4x)

There is a black raven, will come for me,
It will take me to a place where there is no warmth
And I wake up alone, amid a thousand others,
In a cold house of broken glass

My dream is a fabulous untouched space
My fear is the endless black corridor
My day is homemade with no causal fear
My cross-white roads on my hands (4x)