Текст песни Ksenia Volary - Алые паруса

They haven't called me Assol in the yard for a long time,
and no one writes books about them.
Only the keys of feelings will play flat,
all sounds in nature will become a little quieter.

Pages of a yellowing book long ago
wheeze for people the end of those stories
and fairy tales that we have not read, believing in one
perfection without further ado.

Morality tired us young
living in other worlds, but life
taught and served people from the calculation of strangers,
as an example of the boundlessness of lies.

After all, we trusted without checking at times,
that the apple has rotted from the inside; to hell!
we simple-minded people were sent home.
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To be still a carefree child.

Once upon a time I, without the night, counting the days,
waving her hand to the distant sea
so seeing off, hoping that somewhere in the distance ...
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Dreams are destroyed by memory, woe to me, woe.

And somewhere beyond the horizon without empty shores
Paradise is located, we do not need various means,
it cannot be bought for the earthly riches of centuries,
The world that has retained the name Childhood.

Gray days tear the sun to shreds hopelessly
hoping to soon make this world an adult.
A ray of hope and kindness in us, how difficult it is
will leave traces between the fairy tale and the past.

And may they not call me Assol in the yard for a long time,
I still believe in the cosmo connection between us.
Only the keys of feelings will play flat,
the ship will return with scarlet sails.