Chaika - Сказка
текст песни

Come to me I will hide you from the cold
In the walls of an unfamiliar cold city
Doors are closed outside the walls in the bedrooms
Personalities in dreams are tormented by doubts

What to do and a thousand thoughts
To smash in space he will hear the only
Stop up to the sky
Finally arranging important priorities

Of course, according to the plot on the face of rain drops
You need to rush he will wait for you
The hair from the beard fell quietly to the ground
And she ran in the rain, feeling the universe

Dumbfounded he really stood and waited
Incomprehensible what is the failure in memory
In an embrace of the intersection center of the quarter
What happened without questions, she just knew

It is difficult to understand what the old man has in the soul
True power over the world in his hands
Stop the little things from your pocket
The musician will say thanks to Tsoi playing

Will make you stumble with the bags of an old woman
While flying to red someone is soulless
Will feed a small puppy in the gateway
Mom was taken by teenagers from a neighboring courtyard

Will add confidence in the head of the passerby
Bestensively nobody should be disinterested
But something inside will make you go forward
The guy was crowded on the bridge

The pupils became wider in fear of the eyes
The guy of tears with the feeling of something needs to be changed
I am sure to remember he helped you
And you returned home, forgetting the keys on the table

Each act makes an old man stronger
Now he can do his time
One will see what happens to this planet
But does he himself make sense and does not know the answer

How to have time to control everything in the world
Can start with us people on this planet
Remembering the moral to revive culture
How children will behave upstairs

It all depends on you that you will put into it
Love pride or part of oneself
It is difficult to start with ourselves hope for others
Maybe everything itself will change at some moment

Dunaration of the wind The old man came to his senses
How colorful joy is in his dreams
Often stands inner feelings heed
Wisdom to people hairs fell to the ground

Three hairs on the ground are pleased with the old man
The old man is used to help people from childhood
What a pity that a beard did not grow in childhood
Good deeds did not get sob then then
Three hairs on the ground are pleased with the old man
The old man is used to help people from childhood
What a pity that a beard did not grow in childhood
Good deeds did not get sob then then