Юлия Самойлова - Шторм
текст песни

I'll drop the shadow - let it rest
My sun sailed over the clouds.
Mood: collect wine,
But neither clusters nor power ripened.

There is nothing left.
The twisted branches paid
According to Beliles in the evening sky.
I would forge new nerves

I would become a different person
But there was no strength left, not faith.

I'll go out into the storm
I'll go out into the storm
I'll go out into the storm
I'll go out into the storm

I will go out into the storm.
My harbor became a swamp
Laughty with fear
Settling from the world,
A serene picture.

I'll go out into the storm
Otherwise, I will completely perish
Not even trying to even jump
From the pedestal of expectations
Alien and alien edification.

Not to become scary -
It’s scary to be a stranger to yourself.

I'll go out into the storm
I'll go out into the storm
I'll go out into the storm
I'll go out into the storm

I'll go out into the storm
I'll go out into the storm
I'll go out into the storm
I'll go out into the storm