Марат Сафин - Приют Игольный
текст песни

Shelter
Shelter needle haystack
Burning to the ground overnight
Fate shook the box
Simple match happiness

So choose for yourself
Which gods to pray to in the morning
This is how they cover the sky with mother of pearl
And tenderness is given without loving

From the storm the harbor to the ship
It's so hard to find in foreign lands
I love her naive
Its barely audible perhaps

This is how they lie to a dying person
And they quickly look away
So in a dusty passage
They give you a penny to live on

There are seven roads for the seven winds
Can't hold air in your palms
Chilled day in autumn summer
And it's too late to warm up

So the match will burn your fingers
Burning out in silent confession
So souls trample on paradise
But the guard won't give you the key