Текст песни Владимир Соколов - Умереть от счастья и красоты

Of fifty sad verses and words,
What he wrote, not knowing why, to whom,
I created you like a plot from dreams
And he asked to "see me in reality."

"Become that very reality, hurry to me!"
I can hardly become a demiurge,
But ask, pray, search everywhere
You can’t forbid me, nor order.

And keeping silence in my delirium,
I tried to be better than I can,
I created my own paradise, although I lived in hell,
I forgot how to demand, even take revenge.

An hour is long on the path of despair.
I lived like eternity, every moment.
Be silent in an unsuccessful argument with yourself
Had less often than hear the scream.

But when my last cry fell silent
I saw - eternity with me on you ...
I saw your look and I was ready
Die of happiness and beauty.

© Sokolov Vladimir (m.ART)

05/27/2016
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