Текст песни Дмитрий Студеный - Облака

Clouds promise me
heavenly abode,
Or is he playing the fool
my demon tempter.
Blowing up white sides
floating across the sky with foam.
I wanted to know everything for sure
and not be sick with treason.

I chose once and for all
What is dear and sacred:
Live in love, sanctified,
My soul, winged.

From cloud to cloud
like notes,
From sound to echo
sleep-flight.

Behind the clouds is the ocean
heavenly radiance,
Healing balm for wounds
a cure for suffering.
When I look at His rest,
Joy grows in the soul again:
I met the same depth
In the eyes that shine with goodness.
I was happy, but only for now
I was next to her soul
And I saw off the clouds
With the same warm look.

From cloud to cloud
like on rooftops,
Earthly everything is sideways
further - higher.

And the clouds prophesy to me
heavenly abode.
Life is easy with you,
light-angel my guardian ...
From cloud to cloud
by steps,
From flare to flare
revelation ...