Текст песни Ирина Гопак - Диск I - 11 - За горами, за лесами

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Alexander Korotynsky

Over the mountains, over the forests
There is a basket with miracles
On a pine tree under heaven
Where the breezes frolic.
Also young as before
Miracles live in hope
And weave clothes for them
Golden spiders.

Chorus:
Life is a long river
Near mother's hand.
Sleeping at home under the roof
Close your eyes, baby.

All day long they flit
Everyone in the world is surprised
If they are not noticed,
That miracles is no fault.
And when evening comes
And all the children go to bed
Miracles are carried by the wind
On the ground, in people's dreams.

Chorus

Dreams do not come in vain
Pacifying earthly passions
The coveted sacrament again
Like a tear on a birch bark.
Let it grow baby it's so hard
But that minute will come:
You will write your miracle
On azure canvas.

Chorus