Текст песни Сл. Александр Костюнин, муз. и исп. Елизавета Тимоева - Ветрам созвучный

The winds are consonant

Stille Istodil, upset sails,
The stroke of the vitality.
In Zenith Sun. Sky - turquoise
And with Bakhus, the acquaintance inevitably.

Blusters in the rays and manit horizon.
The process of acidic it is mysterious.
And it is clearly unresolon
On the yacht, which froze without moving.

But sails humbly wind waiting,
Waiting for the grace of the Great from nature.
So the poet began his work,
Waiting for patient weather.

...

The word loves the breeze,
So that smashing, piercing, confused.
Going on wheels - Is there a UK?
Plush the sail under the smoking cloud!

Such life does not give up
Blood boils in the joy of singers.
And well, hold on a stronger, reefmoplet!
Let the wave take up more abruptly.

But sails humbly wind waiting,
Waiting for the grace of the Great from nature.
So the poet began his work,
Waiting patiently ... bad weather.

...

But sails humbly wind waiting,
Waiting for the grace of the Great from nature.
So the poet began his work,
Waiting patiently ... bad weather.

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