Текст песни Wit - Гражданин мира

Chorus:

The world in my arms
I concluded a while.
I can not embrace all the places I have
Yes, and I do not really have to.

Verse №1

The hands Cartogram cuts my miserly habit
Choose one of the two, but avoid empty stock.
Heart gently tends to primeval ecumene
He remained weak where I first put them forever.

Had the chance to play in the freeze-frame allows access often
To re disabled hearts reach out a hand of the prophet.
How involved fall into the arms of hopelessness to the wild
This guide is not perfect, I'm delirious to his principles.

All the world would only tarnish to dull thoughts decadence
After uneven hour farewell us with you in a wild dance.
What's inside of Civilizations to the sky peaceful uplift
I did not want to let go, then to search for you somewhere.

The winds started up the side of the faint-hearted
besides falling to the ground in this place was stifling.
More than all the empty vagaries rapture rest
But any unexpected Gulfstream we desire to cut.

Chorus:

The world in my arms
I concluded a while.
I can not embrace all the places I have
Yes, and I do not really have to.

It is only released to the outside
All that pain boiling.
Nothing is break
I am free as Kipelov!

Verse №2

I still do not understand the root of the essence of a celestial object,
In front of a bright star of wonder Guiding Light.
I beguile the eyes timidly horizon asleep faces
Throw everything at the feet of living, has caused too many injuries to her.

In the distant abode I find on the placer sand
In the desolate valleys, I could accommodate a bunch of joys to.
And headlong into the wind stream, among many azimuths
Heaving wings, like an eternal debt of them.

Drops per stone garrison vague gaze
This dream, perhaps, the exact mark left me as Zoro.
The world stretched along the uneven shape of the marginal spaces
And everyone will be touched by a simple view of the spectacle.

Time troubles naveet above ground between poles
In the heart there is love, but will kill themselves.
became palpable enthusiasm, that path leads to Hyperborea
From wasted illusions the soul is now harder.

Chorus:

The world in my arms
I concluded a while.
I can not embrace all the places I have
Yes, and I do not really have to.

It is only released to the outside
All that pain boiling.
Nothing is break
I am free as Kipelov!