Текст песни Другой День - Мир Творца

land Circulation
We came up with those who are too lazy to draw
crazy dream
On paper, the universe, the fragment of the stars
Draw a ragged rhythm
Rock 'n' roll, reggae and silence.
Axe split bridges -
It's so boring - did not see the sky
And not to know their dreams.

It's me, the clouds dispersed,
Settling the sun in the sky.
This I poured into the ocean gouache
And the blind land of bread.
This is the path I laid out the stars
And milk poured over the moon,
This is my alabaster wind
Gives dreams.
 
I sit - outside the winter,
The perfect canvas for space travels.
In syllables make out the words
And cut a snowflake on the evil lines,
I am stuck on myself the two wings,
A four leave for someone who has not yet
Most kept to themselves,
And be able to find a ray of light,
See yourself in the eyes
And say:
 
It's me, the clouds dispersed,
Settling the sun in the sky.
This I poured into the ocean gouache
And the blind land of bread.
This is the path I laid out the stars
And milk poured over the moon,
This is my fairy wind
Gives dreams.
Yes, this is my old fairy wind
Gives dreams!