Текст песни Воскресенье - Атлантида

There is no better world in the world
There is no more world
There is nothing in the world.
Under a hot star
Over stagnant water
One is missing.

Our personal luck
Our common losses
We sat down for wine.
The same faces, the same speeches,
The same evening is endless
Forgot about one thing.

We are not cold, not stuffy,
We're not scared, even bored
In a vanishing country.
All enemies and all heroes
White city under the mountain
Everything remained in the war.

Games of Mars and Venus
Over the land of forgotten faith
A belated star.
There, behind the secrets of the past,
Further it is clear from a half-word,
Never, never.

In a better world it was getting dark
Everything in the world is outdated
The old words have a new meaning.
Burned with a clear flame,
Our March and April
Photos of the Beatles.

Ancient coast of Atlantis
Out of sight before my eyes
Let's forget about him.
There is no better world in the world
There is no more world
There is nothing in the world.