Текст песни Алисия - За горизонтом

Someone a long time leafing through the pages
The most delicate flower grows
Middle of the road winds,
What is - it is going on.
Two seconds trying to strictly
It is quite happy for a few
Waiting for that than I born,
To a stranger lean.

For horizon high
Mountains, clouds,
Who will be first?
Before he did not get far.
He will not be back and that's all
In the world of a new day.
Simply slips
He takes his shadow.

They sang songs free bird
Silver fluttering eyelashes.
Each drop will word
What is happening can come true.
Roll out the fabric and paint
Remember people magician in a fairy tale.
Somewhere black beach walks
Unknown interesting.