Текст песни Inexist - Мнимые Сады Счастья

Fragrant flowering gardens,
Their petals are bright, lush buds,
Their roots are strong, sharp thorns,
They are young and vigorous.

Gardens happiness blind beauty
That imaginary endless valley of flowers -
The illusion of happiness, the illusion of peace.
You will be in the gardens of imaginary dreams.

Do not even think that everything will be in color,
Each coin has a face!
All this will inflate reality wind
There will be only one of your wine!

And down there, in the ground, the roots
Rot once bright buds.
Their stems are dry, they have not in the gardens,
No one will hear their soft moans ...

Do not even think that everything will be in color,
Each coin has a face!
All this will inflate reality wind
There will be only one of your wine!