Текст песни Дмитрий Марьянов и Елена Ксенофонтова - Кто-то Высший развёл эти нежно сплетённые руки.

Our souls are not really eh, not yet accustomed to the separation?
All of each other's name sparkling wings flutter!
Someone spread the top soft woven hand
But remembering the souls of the forgotten.

Every night, lit by the will of the magician gentle,
Every evening when over the mountains and in the heart of the fog,
By nezabyvshey soul uncertain, timid gait
Approaching the old deception.

Like the wind that wakes cursory rush past,
You of sparkling lines again smiling at me.
Everything is permitted, everything! We do not condemn the daily anguish:
Are you out of sleep, I dream ...

Someone gave us an unnamed top-sweet flour
(There is a lot of wandering, wandering in the snow and darkness!)
Someone spread the top soft woven hand ...
We are not responsible!