Текст песни 27-ой километр - Небо

Today, the sky is a crystal wave
My shore took my place.
And I, hugging the warm sand of fate,
Understood strange things:
That just life smells the grass,
And so beautiful ordinary words,
And we are all unhappy only then
When we are just unhappy.

I'm tired of scraps of newspapers
See for some reason someone's portrait
And for something from nothing
Craw empty "inspiring" ash.
While I see only a lie.
She glitters like a fake broom
In the rays of timid truths, and you can hardly understand
Why her face is dazzling light.

(Alexander Frolov)