Текст песни Чёрный рынок - счастливый город

My dream artist , slamming the door eyelashes
Splashed across the sky its ultramarine
And , diluting his tone flocks of birds ,
Threw them into the circle of golden orange ,
Though it was his only one .

Suddenly want to sing : white light - walnut ,
Window curtain honey , black carbide ,
Do not mend deficiencies , that is not very deep ,
And to see how it is bright orange
Half a million stars ...

CHORUS:
Just as it is to ask :
Whose is the land if all around - I ?
Where is the will to live all my friends ?
You draw me a happy city ,
Where everyone laughs , flowers and songs.
You draw me, and I will build .
And I will build it in the same place ,
At the same place at the same place at the same location.

- Let your house in the morning will be a bright palace -
Quietly said the Creator , throwing hand in a jug -
And how come out into the yard, do not forget about the person
And about that burning, reflected on it ,
Eternal gift - a golden orange.

CHORUS .

City, happy city ,
You draw me, you draw me.