Текст песни Canvas - Иммигрант

Eats sadness
I am stamped
And not at home in cold February
On the other mainland meet
chopped off all the ropes
On Sinful Land
And maybe sometime
I will remember this day
but my pain has not cooled
Poor and penniless
The new role is dull
I need a new chance
All Attempts Will
Paid
dreams come true

I used to try to release the brakes
wandered alone beside me the night haze
I closed my eyes, smiled maliciously
she played into the hand and helped
Not a psychologist, but I can talk about Despair
it’s written in books only here
Silence of peace. Years of my silence.
naive as a child waiting for miracles
Hands planted trees as branches
so I spent days, and more often told me so far
Longing for the old square My city and my village
all everyday details with a view from the window
Exorbitant world through the glass of the Porthole
all below the crown and banks of one river
Gains altitude to meet all the winds
beating heart clenched fists

Iiiiii
Blue Sky Steppe Shores
Green sea fields and meadows
All the memories will go away with me
With me

Alien taught the language fleeing
and childhood friends crossed out all addresses
Memorized by atlas of the capital of all countries
in plain text I stated I want to go there
All new on the other side of the equator
alone left an unfinished house
The knot is tied to a heavy anchor strong to the eye
all my past overboard
The goals are deceiving - like lenses in glasses, I do not argue
everything is suspicious and gloomy here
A dark story bribed and pulled me,
for which I’ll cry.
Everything worked out by lawful schemes
how a cigarette smolders life sometimes
Thinking about victory to share with anyone
all grow up go year