Текст песни Таня Буланова - Белые Дороги

Eight tablets of loneliness
That comes to pass someone's prophecy
Yellow even triangle lantern light
Rustle usual crumpled steward
Cold wind
White hair
Scars like a smooth white stripes
The happiness of others
This brilliant
Not real
(not real)
(not real)

White road
Pass then lead nowhere
White road
For you are
Change route
White road
Behind them emptiness
This is not a game
White road
Going nowhere

Nine tablets of inevitability
From a lack of money and tenderness
After all, someone has created you and your soul
But if you are there, why you do not need
And if it is a life - far to the edge
And where is this move from hell to paradise
Where are these white road

White road
Pass then lead nowhere
White road
For you are
Change route
White road
Behind them emptiness
This is not a game
White road
Going nowhere

Ten tablets all as fun
But do not go already with a white track
Sweet powder flying in the sky
Only it does not help you
Drop by drop dripping drips
The soul does not fly
She falls falls
Crimson scar telephone wire
Short wires

White road
Pass then lead nowhere
White road
For you are
Change route
White road
Behind them emptiness
This is not a game
White road
Going nowhere

White road