Текст песни Тикки Шельен и Башня Rowan - Фиолетово

In early childhood, I knew for sure
What the colors say:
Pride burned bright red
White and white was the purity
The si note sang pale green,
Dark gold - the note "la"
A whole rainbow sprinkled
Of dusty crystal.

When God hung up to heaven
Your striped rag
As a symbol and testament of hope
A lot has changed.
Arranging the colors,
Separating the inflorescences from the light,
He revealed to those who love order,
Your high grace.

And the brooding ones settled
On a blue-blue strip
And the proud settled
On a red-red strip
And the merry ones settled
Among the orange paint
And someone likes green
And I used to like it.

But after the blackest month
In this brown year
Everything is purple to me
Everything is purple to me
Everything is purple for me
Purple pale moon.
Lost in the blue sky
Stunned by the silence.
Everything is purple to me
Everything is purple to me
Everything is purple to me
What can happen to me.

This world is littered up to your neck
A heap of variegated flowers.
Paints whistle like snakes
Biting into the depths of the pupils.
Colors scream and howl
Crush each other with themselves
Every new paint
Plays its own howl.

But somewhere under the thickness of the scream
Silence is guessed.
In any mishmash of colors
There's only one hiding
And I don't need others,
I look at her alone
And I see in the confusion of sounds
Purple silence.

And I rest knowing
That God is resting, that
He is purple
It is purple.
Everything is purple to him
under the purple pale moon.
He is always at rest,
He is absolute peace.
He is purple
He is purple
Everything is purple to him
what will happen to you or me.
It is purple.