Текст песни Возвращение - Зодчий

Architect
Built a house of his father's branches,
Folded bed of leaves.
What,
Not afraid of the wind
Believed
That will be a long summer.

Released
Path to the crossing,
Rules
Ferry on the far shore,
Pluck
With palms all the corn,
Salt
Saturated with air free.

Spring
Found a bride,
The news
Told around the world.
Long
About the rumor of the summer,
Only
She did not know him.

What a storm in my head -
Holy simplicity,
Blind credulity.
Fatigue on the forehead,
Wrinkles elm,
A ray of sunshine on your face ...

As the heart beats on an outstretched palm exactly ...

Through anger
Laughed at him.
Singing in the rain,
Intoxicated drunk water.
Wandered away,
Legs under itself is not sensed,
Overnight
Hands worked a miracle.

Crystal Bridges
To silver mountains
Carved towers.
The magic gift of dreams,
Forest trails pattern,
Leading to nowhere ...
Riding on a cloud
Arcana cranes
Pluck from the top of the snow.
Namayalis, fall
Dew on the surface of fields
Stay forever ...

Leaning on the breast of the earth to close my eyes and listen to the silent ...

To build a house of twigs ...
To lay down a bed of leaves ...
Create hands miracle ...