Singer: Both Rivers. Page 1

To run a trace not to leave,
Cleave to eternity,
It's done - not to correct it,
The word Mollino - will not heal...

Walk through the past in silence,
Pushing the branches with his hands,
Oh, would you, memory, in short,
Didn't poison his soul wreaths.

Of the most poisonous poisons -
The conscience of the patient, probably...

Even if there is a reason,
Anyway there is a reason to drink again.
Someone free advice
For you, this crap can become.
And not so I well
In my world, where I should be not so bad.
I'm not blind after all, even,
Not to see how short the road.
L many will not have time to say
It knows only one God, and only
Time has allowed me not to be silent,
So, I have to sing at least for myself, though.

And here the tears in his eyes,
And the crosses on the cupolas Shine brighter than the sun,
And tired looking in the mirrors
Here is not peculiar to probably one only children.

Take me to the clouds.
This sky wonderful properties.
Even, even if certainly
Our wings we will not withstand: they are made of wax.
Even if you don't get
The star in the East will certainly grow,
I don't want
To return to a world that's going crazy.

Promise me, promise not to jump off bridges,
To keep the peace, and what higher
After all, someone will hear, ever
Your voice will be heard from thousand voices!

To go back - not to survive,
To return to be weak,
Return to the pier
Ships tired.
Come back!

To return - to repent,
To return is to be eternal,
To go back - not to grow old,
Remaining the ultimate.

He stubbornly caught a goldfish,
He threw the net recklessly into the soul
Got the chords and words scraps,
That it hurt to make it better.

Who said that the time - thing?
Late, and back in any way,
Who do you Wake up day and paint the window?
I'm silent shadow, but I do not care.

Who says the spring will return?
Someone was asleep and someone was drinking to the bottom,
New Wake day and shot the window
Past - silent shadow, but I do not care.

The main thing that I wanted to trust
Next to walking on the desert.

And who does not believe passionately
He will have died in vain
Who does not believe in fairy tales,
Who does not believe in fairy tales.