ТАНЯ БУЛАНОВА - Белые Дороги
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Eight tablets from loneliness
So someone's prophecy comes true
Yellow lantern smooth light of the triangle
Rustle of the usual crumpled stool
Cold wind
White hair
Scars like even white stripes
Happiness is alien
So brilliant
Not real
(not real)
(not real)

White roads
Pass here they don't lead anywhere
White roads
They follow you
Change the route
White roads
Behind them is emptiness
This is not a game
White roads
Going nowhere

Nine tablets from inevitability
From a lack of money and tenderness
After all, someone created you and your soul
But if you are, then why don't you need
And if this is life - is it far to the edge
And where is this step from hell to paradise
Where these white roads lead

White roads
Pass here they don't lead anywhere
White roads
They follow you
Change the route
White roads
Behind them is emptiness
This is not a game
White roads
Going nowhere

Ten tablets are all like a little
But don't get off the white track already
Sweet powder flies in the sky
Only it does not help you
A drop by a drop is dripping dripping
The soul does not fly
She falls
Corger
Short wires

White roads
Pass here they don't lead anywhere
White roads
They follow you
Change the route
White roads
Behind them is emptiness
This is not a game
White roads
Going nowhere

White roads