Марина Селиванова - Белые облака
текст песни

The sky will be ablaze with thunderstorms
In the morning, the grass will burst into flames with dew
In the rustle of leaves
Bright sadness

The river spreads like a blue ribbon
And let us believe in good things
That have gone with the water
I no longer regret

Floating overhead
Beckoning into the distance
Like swan's down
White clouds

White clouds
Like my soul
Through a series of rains
Rushing to the sun again
White clouds
Like my soul
Rushing to the sun again
Breathing with heaven

A belfry over the transparent river
The sky looks into the river's surface
By the river - destinies
A new turn

My heart will be filled with joy
What I wished for will come true
I know me there
Someone is waiting so dearly

Floating overhead
Beckoning into the distance
Like swan's down
White clouds

White clouds
Like my soul Soul
Through a series of rains
Rushing to the sun again
White clouds
Like my soul
Rushing to the sun again
Breathing with the sky

White clouds
Like my soul
Through a series of rains
Rushing to the sun again
White clouds
Like my soul
Rushing to the sun again
Breathing with the sky