Текст песни Время Альбиносов - Огни далеких поместий

My friend, my wind! Touch the clothes,
Quietly over the cheek pinch me -
I'm still here, I do not lose hope
In winter, do not go to sleep and see the lights

Distant estates, gently entangled
Transparent fence forest and the river,
The current through the sky quickly and boundless,
Giving freedom of calm water.

Today, in the words only make sense distant,
And stretches to lie down on the sofa and fall asleep,
Do not see through his eyelids wallpaper streaks,
Do not see any thing, do not see any point ...

My friend, my wind! Touch the clothes,
And flicking evening sleepiness uymi,
Touch my pulse and touch forward
In winter, do not go to sleep and see the lights
  Distant estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Estates ...