Singer: Irina Bogushevskaya

I learned the secret: for hope, for dreams
I don't need anyone. Even you.

Freeze, die, Otome, revive,
And again move forward with the song:
So you got a ticket.
And suddenly one day refuses ligament,
And the audience silently waiting for rasaki
And it seems, more strength and no.

Great whole and all parts
And look at the sky with a plea for happiness
Six billion pairs of eyes.
And everyone believes: that there
Pour the light and start a miracle
And let it be this time.

Let the music, let the music anyway.
I'm not playing music, it plays me
As doll.

Where to find a distant light
Love that no longer exists?
Maybe this is it
Cloud your pull beam
On the evening of the field
The Golden poplars,
In the alley where lost
The secrets of that key.

You build nests in the clouds
And castles in the sand
Leafing through a book of his days
In happiness, in grief.
Your soul is a hot - air balloon
Always ready to go.
You are here, it is still strong thin thread.

So why clean source of love,
When the law is cruel:
Darkened again, and leave us
Sunshine among the clouds.
And where now to find me a light
Love, which is no longer?..

Mist trail what you take with you, love?
Two hearts in sacrifice to elect,
One fire will burn,
Strangers will instantly turn into obsessed with you
Free two slaves.

Let's assume that it's just a draw
And now you're nobody, and I draw
And there is no love.

In this Paradise, where there were more tears than laughter,
Staying where so often the word "sadness",
In this Paradise, where there was more darkness than light,
Dear friend, I never turn back!

Gentle autumn, winter and summer,
Faithful to the eternal "Yes"
Will come to pass, if you answer me,
If you come forever.

That's it, darling, you take
A brutal man's game...
And I'm losing my mind, because I love
And I don't want to lose you.

Say farewell to arms.
Rather say, while alive.

A light cigarette that smokes in hand,
Compared to her, seems a living being.
It is sad that he is too young
And wants to be with him together like the hammer and sickle,
With those who left with the girl with cornflowers in a wreath.