Текст песни Gritskevich - Вслед за радугой

Following the rainbow-arc flying at random,
Suppose there is no other taste and color.
Meekly weekdays pull back
And we like moths ahead and into the light.

Uncontrolled happiness puts snares,
Where it comes to the sense of logic there.
Two tiny hearts surrendering vise
Huge planets, huge planets.

& Quot; You & quot; - How much of this sound & quot; No & quot; or & quot; yes & quot ;,
Beaten three words of dumbness.
Concrete boxes - ice cubes
On nuclear palm childhood dream.

Think of us as rather a new secret,
And I'll forget the pain of their emptiness.
Fire caresses the Spirit wins
Another beauty, a beauty.