Текст песни Dулевич А - РОСА АСФАЛЬТА

How many roads,
Yes, most of nowhere:
Overgrown ditches yes swamp.
How many castles,
The key - one. As always
All his reluctance to seek ....
As the battle for power
There went undermine
The foundation base.
As stumbled fall
I do not understand.
And fall again and again ...

As a few names
It bursts into our life
His identity.
How foolish, who is intelligent,
A hypocrite is not sleeping,
Covering lies clearly
How many paintings
I drew the world
Sham paint.
Like barkers at a feast,
Along the way, he deceives
Tales of good ...

As he broke the soul
Through paling bustle
Transverse motion.
As the dew on the pavement,
As winter flowers,
As instead of death - the Assumption.
As the dip stand
A kind word to the enemy,
Perhaps he hears.
How about the main thing to keep quiet?
No I can not,
After all, we breathe in the sky ...

We breathe air ...

October 5, 2011