Дубромашкин - Сколько миль до рая
текст песни

The clouds of a simple puddle of the life of the puddle came out
Having started to live, believe me brother, that it's all better
How to clutter the darkness with your figure of fat
All people love the darkness, she gives the key to them
To the castle, which, having overcome, seeing the stars of Medusa
That means if you do not understand, then we will grab wisdom
The sailor who has not returned is able to remember
Home once said that the shore is a matter of taste
Well, what will the one who can get out of
Back to the living, alive like your child from the forest
And if everyone is to make his own choice
It has the right to why the return
None of the poor fellows approved as a fact
Or all the same, the lucky ones have gone to nowhere
You can guess about them for an extremely long time
This is approximately like the owner of a joke
Be able to find among the renting a joke
Or fold the mosaic of Antarctica in the mind
Funny, but you need a jester in the hall
Look here he is here friends lean
On the backs of your own hopes
And look at the distance there by the film of fragile death
You already see that it is not the desire of the local
People shout is only a sign of 100%
Unconditional attachment of a book
Whose duty is to prevent the empty work of sound
He is silence and when someone has reached
His peaks and puts the flag there and the tooth to you
It remains forever and does not seek
Go down in order to tell the ascending
About the contents of their exciting page
Not to mention the fact that feelings are hidden in a box
It is possible if there is a shovel in the hands
But less sadness is a real fall
Continuous flight if you allow a gift
Death buys life for his own money
Imagine the length of the road in the form of a pyramid
That upside down at the request of the unknown
Capable of becoming then explodes like soap
Bubble of claim, they say, there is no place for us.