Текст песни MARGENTA - Ещё Одна Октава

Steppe wolves successfully saddled,
Flew into the sky of new measurements,
And all the laws of aggregation,
Shouted that Bulgakov - genius.

And every cat was named Behemoth,
We assigned an old tram storm
And on any unexpected turn
Shouted the shadows of Voland "Banzai!"
Another octave
Another chord,
We start again
Your long talk ...
Yes, the sky was higher,
Yes, leaves - green,
Who wants - he hears
Who wants - he hears
And he leads to our door.

We do not spare cruel reality,
She caught up and cut off
And we are all waiting - and stupid, and trite,
Ship made of faceted glass.

Not nostalgia wanders with candle
On the dark rooms of destroyed apartments,
And we wish, do not argue with the future,
Forgetting to bury your past world.

Another octave
Another chord,
We start again
Your long talk ...
Yes, the sky was higher,
Yes, leaves - green,
Who wants - he hears
Who wants - he hears
And he will knock on our door