Текст песни Табу На Танцы - 01 - Сны

DREAMS

It's time to put out the candles of the Emerald City,
Hiding on the roof, thinking about the dream mission.
Let us not sleep, let your hands to seize the air,
Bask in the soft hands and give the stars ...
Carried off by the wind drunk to the planets,
Where rusty autumn lulls white verse,
Where we will be able to answer for awkward steps,
For broken meters naive soul.

We are soldered to the roofs,
Where pale red
Light walks and writes
Verse of white quatrains

How can we float under the dome,
There be more pleasant than in homes devoid of comfort.
Each morning glass blinds us to reflection,
As if alone solar shade.
Draw the smile withered from feathers of the wings,
Soluble in sticky breath and concrete tendons,
Let us give this snow people with dehydrated dream
That looked higher than the atmospheric layer ...