Текст песни Random - Музика

Music

People are silent poetry,
And all guitar sounds.
Word does not wake the silence
Word in the hearts rings.
Each song - a unique,
Breath and thoughts.
Music is not perfect,
This soul p`yankyy trunok.

chorus:

Play, Live, Love, Fly,
By wonders and beauty.
Every day creation of the world,
Not zrikaysya purpose.
Crazy of love,
With little friend sat.
Taste feel his desire,
Do not be afraid, do not tremble.

Voice emptiness swallowed,
And depart into eternity.
This art does not die,
Without people are lost.
The extra sounds into the microphone,
Road noise and quiet step
Again rust saxophone,
Ruining the path to the stars.