Текст песни Елена Фролова - Апостол День

My heart will shrink
The Apostle of the Day will smile
He opens his palm, and there -
Paradise promised to us.
And the holy night will come.
I am nobody's golden daughter -
I will swing like a bright cloud
I will learn quiet thoughts
Pull up to the fateful edge
And see the road to Paradise
On the road to Paradise
I will see you, I will know
But I'll hide my face in my palm -
Don't touch my soul.
My heart will shrink
The past won't come back
Will not smile at us
All that's left there
Beyond the fatal line -
Only a steep cliff
Only my fault
Splashes like a wave.
Only the moon and midnight
And - no one to help.
This is the road to Paradise
I know this, I know:
This road is to life
Just hold on, hold on!
My heart will shrink
The Apostle of the Day will stir
He opens his palm, and there -
Paradise promised to us.
And nothing else -
The past and the sick.
And no one is around,
Only from under heaven
Scream of a flock of cranes
Will break out and melt -
This is the road to Paradise
I know this, I know:
This road is high
Just hold on, hold on! ..