Текст песни Flёur - Черта

Crossroads of a thousand winds
From a recent thunderstorm, only an echo of peals.
On a starry night
With that saying goodbye, to which there will be no return.
I won’t look back for a moment
Leaving in the predawn piercing cold
Without a route, without a goal, at random,
To speed changes, to the lights of runways.

A balloon flies up
Lost in the clouds above the morning star.
Melting ... melting ... And I'm not sorry
All that remains of the line.

It became crowded with gloomy colors
Their dreams are hopeless, and sadness is inconsolable.
I’ll rewrite everything from scratch.
The world will never be the same again.
The glare of the sun, the ticking of the clock
The sidewalks are wet, smelling wonderful lindens,
Every drop that hits my face
I say thank you to every ray

Because I can breathe
And every moment filled with fragile beauty,
To see, feel and touch
Warm spring through a thin coat.

Everything will come true, everything will happen
New paints will fall on an untouched canvas.
There will be a new day, a new page,
Trains will fly in different directions.
One hundred roads come from the void
They will call you for distant distances.
Light castles, light bridges
Time will build instead of destroyed buildings.

A balloon flies up
Lost in the clouds above the morning star.
Melting ... melting ... And I'm not sorry
All that remains of the line.