Текст песни элли на маковом поле - легенда

And let them rob us
Our poor home
After all, they will not be able to take our love with their hands.
You promise me
That tomorrow we
With the coming of the pale sun, we will still be alive.

I want to hold in my hands
When dreams come true
Your brush and two hundred volts
Will spread over your fingers.
And let the tired world
Let the credits go, and at the end.
Maybe we're just sleeping
And will we be able to stay?

And let them blow up
Our fragile home.
I will read in the eyes:
"Let's stay in it?"
No one flinches
Of the two of us (no)
When their world is outside
The explosion will greedily envelop.

I want to hold in my hands
When dreams come true
Your brush and two hundred volts
Will spread over your fingers.
And let the tired world
Let the credits go, and at the end.
Maybe we're just sleeping
And will we be able to stay?