Текст песни 1991 - История Аквариума. Архив. Том III - Серые Камни На Зелёной Траве

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Gray stones on the green grass

When we know what we need to know
When we believe only in that in which it is impossible not to believe,
We will become the Intercontinental,
Our phones are our friends.

That's right - this is our duty,
Our way to golden blue.
But when all will go, Lord, leave me
Gray stones on the green grass.

When the storm was driving us into the house,
Wind carried those - those who are not for our eyes.
When the sky above your head,
Is it easy to tell you who killed you, and who saved?

Science on your face,
Helicopters in your head;
But going beyond the threshold, beware of attack
On the gray stones in green grass.

You know what I'm singing,
Stoking the fire;
You know what I sang:
White swans are moving in the direction of the earth ...

We went to the fork, we have nowhere to forward;
Go back we will not allow our honor.
It is not clear that such as we are,
So far we do in such a backward place like here;

When you perish in their mirrors,
Not realizing that there are two roads,
I will stay to grieve until the sun comes up
The living stones in green grass.