Текст песни УГ - Облакаунтдаун

Past the white apple of the moon
Past the red apple of the sunset
Clouds from an unknown land
They hurry to us, and again they run somewhere.

Clouds, white-maned horses.
Clouds, why are you rushing without looking back?
Please don't look down on you
And ride us across the sky, clouds!

We will rush into the sky-high distance
Past the dying stars in the sky
A star will silently descend to us
And the chamomile will remain in the palm of your hand.

Clouds, white-maned horses.
Clouds, why are you rushing without looking back?
Please don't look down on you
And ride us across the sky, clouds!

Past the white apple of the moon
Past the red apple of the sunset
Clouds from an unknown land
They hurry to us, and again they run somewhere.
Clouds ...
Clouds ...

Past the white apple of the moon
Past the red apple of the sunset
Clouds from an unknown land
They hurry to us, and again they run somewhere.
Clouds ...
Clouds ...