Текст песни Сергей Купин - Шамбала

Never happiness is not enough for everyone,
Fate, giggling, all robbed
And my bitter cry turned into laughter,
And the child Indigo sees Shambalu

And winds were shusky, and shoved a cry,
And thought homeless: "The whole world, why is he?",
And leafed someone's intimate diary
Vicious shooter demon

And my bitter laughter turned into cry,
I finish the heat that you left ...
My angel, you designate me on hand,
Where to look for this wonderful shambal

Can push the face in the cat's belly,
Whose squad gives a warm cooler?
So happens in the world: whose dream
Devours the dream of someone

Oh, Raven! My death! Fly!
One less in the world will be a necrologist.
I always run into mountain altay
From any sleep pill psychologists

Light, fresh and in the soul like a well,
As if the undead, the trigger loosened.
I'm in the entrance of a cold ripped
Found his eternal chambal