Корякин Павел - Фальшь
текст песни

Continuous falsity of the past days
The dreams closed the light.
Write on dark, slippery paths,
Hurry to find the answer.

In an attempt to lean on a vain
For memory of bright days,
Owning by the power of enemies
And the weakness of friends

You see the edge where warm snow
Hid the cold of the kindest words.
You are looking for a paradise where the glacks run
The sky will color the sky again.

You hear the whisper of those prayers
That they will fall under print;
And all, all those, the same as you
Sink into grace.

07.25.00.
09:30