Максим Аншуков - Маленький Будда
текст песни

birds in your clothes
You, like me, out of nowhere
I, like you are full of hope
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...

Flowers themselves are interwoven in garlands
that this will not be the point with us
Orange day calls for rituals
where the hearts are clean for business
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...

Clap your hands little Buddha
Laugh, so the wind loves your voice
no lighter than a burden and so it is difficult
our long path, thin as hair
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...

where the space is thundered with chains
the roads burn the roads
But your every step is like at the beginning
Where deaf gods dance
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...

Clap your hands little Buddha
birds in your clothes
You, like me, out of nowhere
I, like you are full of hope
I, like you from nowhere
You, like me, are full of hope.