laplandia - Белая грусть
текст песни

White sadness

I am writing your portrait, Princess Night,
The brush throws the shadow of the dreams on the canvas.
Solk, not sparing, in the palette of notes
The predawn ringing of moon grew.

Tired of my shoulder
Get down the white bird
Sleep-sore sadness.

I look into the depths of the revealed silence,
So the stars are waiting for the hour of falling,
Show, night, landscapes of worlds of others,
I am sad here under the moon.

Tired of my shoulder
Get down the white bird
Sleep-sore sadness.

I'll take a crystal from the time,
I will consider their edges in the light,
Fly away as soon as possible in a gray gloom,
My white poultry is ...
10/29/2008