Текст песни градация я. - волшебник

He was a wizard in a previous life,
Sutured good dreams right in the pillow,
And the bad dreams are taught not to see,
And he knew he could make a better world.
Stars scattered with thousands of galaxies,
Any darkness would turn into light,
Every day - a long-awaited holiday,
A wilted flower - in a fresh bouquet.
And he gave joy,
Last sunset, the first dawn,
Naive young, gray old age,
Happiness in any number of years.
In pea princess spread a feather bed,
Beauty Sleeping convinced: "Awake
They do not seem to be such wonderful things,
But it is, perhaps, I love the world. "
And she woke up, alive, real,
And it - a thousand things and rest.
It seems to me, with him, I often meet,
This is a wizard with your soul.