Текст песни Борис Вишневский - Про плед

about plaid

If there is no hope and no bright light,
There is neither strength nor the spirit to cope with them -
Wrap in his old soft blanket,
Call me, I'll sit with you

Sit, for the benefit of the night is long!
You must understand - there is no reason to be sad:
Astringent taste of life and the wine,
Everything will pass, you just do not be silent

Tell me how the stars fall from the sky
The endless expanse of the ocean.
We left so many miracles!
And, believe me, even more dream

Slowly tell me everything,
With so hidden in the soul,
And, perhaps, we will refund
So, what could not believe it already?

After all, everything just falling stars from the sky
The endless expanse of the ocean ...
We left so many miracles!
And, believe me, more dream