Гордая птица живет на плече Снова надежда будет крепка Шел много лет, но вернулся к свече Встретил тебя и раскрыл облака.
В небе талантливом жгут огни Красное, синее, всё впереди Я лишь под утро рухнул в кровать Словом теперь я могу рисовать.
Мой голос. Мой голос. Мой голос. Спрячет ладонь. Твой холод. Твой холод. Твой холод Сможет зажечь огонь. Hello, darling, the path was far away Hello washed blood for blood In the sky, the fragments of your love In the sea, fragments of my dreams.
As waiting to brighten up the pain, Like, not afraid to fall asleep on the water In the sky, fragments thunder string In the sea, the fragments rush upward.
My voice. My voice. My voice. Hide your palm. Your cold Your cold Your cold Find fire before.
Wild staircase, drunk porch Finnish messages in warm granite I made the sun and snow with turquoise Smell and light I refueled you.
Proud bird with a badge on his shoulder Little boy standing by the candle The cold is gone and carried away on the shoulder We licked the wounds of the dream.
My voice. My voice. My voice. Hide your palm. Your cold Your cold Your cold Find fire before.
The proud bird lives on the shoulder Hope will be strong again He walked for many years, but returned to the candle I met you and opened the clouds.
In the sky a talented harness lights Red, blue, everything ahead I just fell into bed in the morning In a word, I can draw now.
My voice. My voice. My voice. Hide your palm. Your cold Your cold Your cold Will be able to light a fire.