Текст песни A - Мир добра

And I glue the bricks of the keys into words
And I like to look people in the eyes ..
They say that in the morning the stars fall
Hiding from the cold along the sleeves.
The world of good. The world of random smiles.
Remember, Cosmos stores wherever you are.
Peter will tolerate, squeeze out good signs ..
All eagles someday have to fly
We are all eagles in some way.
I'm fine. Just unsettled.
I just thought I knew how to live.
We are not all along the way and let it not be scary at all.
Everyone is losing people. Everyone is unhappy at first ...
And partly there is common sense:
Life cannot be painted with an old, dried brush;
And rustling with autumn leaves, I remember the past with a smile ..
All that was - passed, the memory after paint over the stains.
Look, there is no sense in grievances.
A world of love, doomed to be sincere.