Типичный ритм - Земля Мечты
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A star hangs on the highest system from the Earth -
The planet where the "typical rhythm" sounds, the wave is noisy at sea.
There, instead of the sun, the bright light of the moon, forests grow
And a waterfall flows against the background of a large cliff. Closing his eyes
On the branches the leaves are sleeping. From the depths of the lakes
Sounds come - streams of water are seething.
There is an eternal smell of miracle, plenty of grass, there are miracles ...
Living birds shout from the depths of the forests ...

Or the bird flies in the sky, catching up with its shadow
On the field, a drop of dew lies, becomes brighter.
Everything is covered with dark blue moss there
And every noise lies with the echo of copper mountains,
The lost ringing from under the ground goes to heaven. The melody of the day
Changes silence in the morning. So high
planet where the motive sounds and is so light
water sharpens white reef

My dream is the light of the dark blue seas,
The wave is noisy, the voice of shadows calls into the sky,
The star burns, the smell of miracles is floating,
There, under "typical blows" I come to life.

There the wind blows every day, a rock was washed,
In the forest along living pines the grass will be forgotten,
A lunar night comes towards the lunar day,
A noticeable melody always plays in the rain.
The new rhythm makes the flight of the eagle,
Stones fly down the slope, the moon yawns in the distance,
It turns out, yielding smoke, dense fog
From under the ground. Lies by force
Eternal dawn. Favorite dance:
Oaks swing. For every millimeter of sushi -
Underground passages. Everywhere traces
wild animals. The motive plays to everyone
It became warm. And enjoys freedom
Living land. And everyone is free only to the rhythm sounding for
covered with greens of fields. Erased
Time under the eternity of nights. Merges
With the sea stream ...

My dream is the light of the dark blue seas,
The wave is noisy, the voice of shadows calls into the sky,
The star burns, the smell of miracles is floating,
There, under "typical blows" I come to life.

Noise is heard - anxiety fills the land of sleep,
It pokes everything around. Silent silence
And only the rhythm is gaining strength. From the depths of the rocky mountains
How to raise the flame. Bonfire -
Flows lava down, hills envelops steam
The river is washed off, a volcano sleeps under the smoke. From afar
The voice of the sky is heard. Whispers
Forgotten words, the body shakes
That star. Nice sleep
Only the smell of miracle is living grass.
The sea changes color from blue to
White tears. Blind haze
It fanits fire from the ashes. The star falls
The earth cools down and imperceptibly for dreams
The days pass and a sweet sound above the planet -
Water flows from a large cliff

My dream is the light of the dark blue seas,
The wave is noisy, the voice of shadows calls into the sky,
The star burns, the smell of miracles is floating,
There, under "typical blows" I come to life.