Текст песни Botanic project - На легке

We met on the island of sorrow with you,
The boat started to close our hard way home.
We want to have fun, we would all pass,
Takeout, otzhenitsya, wait and go.
Why is the voice of crying, my heart is torn out of his chest.
One did not give us joy in passing,
The other crashed remote from the screen wondrous dreams,
The third kind of learned not used, but in the soul of his question.

Chorus
You leave in the past years the river backpacks,
Lend a hand to me and get away lightly.

We performed the sonata, we have finished the novel,
Prebralisya at the sattva, got a free san.
We are caught up in the open field the healing stream,
And now endeared us to the pain of the eyes look open.
Instead of stuffy songs mantra float away on the wind,
Mixing up cards restless mind.
And when we suddenly beheld: no grief and no happiness,
At the same moment the ground burned, get a simple answer.

Chorus (2 times)