Сергей Трофимов - Вечный рай
текст песни

Wind pulled, breaking the stars from the sky
In a snowy font.
Was it too early, or late
And chalk blizzard.
And, sticking gray eyelids,
The sky was squeezed a little bit
Conducting us forever
On the far path.
We walked with you
In an unfamiliar wild edge,
And behind us melted in the haze
Eternal paradise.

One hundred century easily road dust,
Time drives off.
This world has long become a long time -
Laugh or cry.
You are still looking for happiness,
And it's not in mom,
And still in the days of bad weather
Give light.
And your soul, like a bird,
What among the grave flocks
Still will not return
In the eternal paradise.

Chorus:
Tears on the cheeks is your question,
Sorry "Sorry" is my answer.
Like barefoot on spikes from roses
There, where the sky promised us.

Here again winter, and the wind is circling
Snow blizzard.
In the warm haze of white foam lace
Crumpled bed.
You spread carelessly
And under the blizzard outside the window
Fall asleep serene
Sweet sleep.
And in your dream, perhaps,
Where the sky is shrinkled by
Flashes on us similar
Eternal paradise.

Chorus.