Текст песни Та Ри - Роланд

The boy looks, and the tower of black becomes gray,
Sea roses drawn cornflowers,
Somewhere in the embroidery high-voltage cable
I barely hear crackles behind the clouds.
The world is absurd, and away from destiny - a man in white,
runs away by hiding sands
The one who once was friends with not quite a dog
And, it seems, with some arrows.
Everything around changeable, time is rolled through the ring,
By curve and a little on the counter.
Vasileuk germinates from cracks in asphalt ..
We are melting it, so that the tale does not become eternal.