Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Еще один день

When you run around the beach early in the morning,
And the morning freshness of gauze wet pins
On stuffy night forehead, covered, covered,
Sanding sand, shells washed,
Heavenly grace
Your, barely awakened legs.

Black Baklans Draw Breaks
On shaking. In the dawn mirahi
Lilac shade. Sound stars
And gently stroking pink on the wings of the first birds
Laughing sun. Rejoice in idyll
How and what day
live one more
You suddenly offered.