Текст песни aliceBlue - 14

From silence gust up
Fly to the border
Through seven bright areas
Behind the probability of response
You will not notice
The world himself whispered
Time will speed up and slow down
Turn

Above the edge of the sky
For the limit of dreams
I became the wind
From cold words
And to believe
That everything is in the world
maybe
If I am the wind
I am a wind

Inhales hungry hurricane
Spaning space
Melts the meanness of the deception
Freedom will remain
Life in rewind
You will fly forward
In personal processing
Your way your move

MUZ. A. Marchuk; sl. D. Shevchenko