Текст песни Телевизор - Тишина

According to the fields in the style of Windows,
On misty pine forests
I was looking for - and not seen
Your golden eyes.
In the African desert,
Where for miles beige silk
And the wind of gold,
I do not find it.

I breathed in the oceans,
Rhythms of the lunar and solar waves
Among the thousands of breaths
I did not recognize yours.
No gray top,
Neither the icy depths of melancholy,
No epic wideness
I could not find you.
Silence, ay u uuu!
I think I know where you are.
I need
The strength of your light.

We produce noise,
We extract the sound
And the rustle, shouts, whistles
And howling all around!
We - all the musicians,
We are afraid to live in the quiet,
But if you make a lot of noise,
You can live forever!
We will live forever!

And somewhere in the heavens,
At the edge of the Milky Way,
All these voices
Merge into one motive.
And he will fly,
Shine unearthly perfection -
By the eternal void,
Above the rests of Silence.