Текст песни Азиза Ибрагимова - Стеклянные сны

Spilling his sadness in the early spring
What a pain to collect late autumn
Patiently silent early spring
To shout louder of late autumn

Where dreams are made of glass
About glass gave
Where glass lids
Do not hide sadness
Where is the conscience of the glass
The glass walls
Let him try to get out
From this captivity
Where scattered grains
Glass laughter
Where the sound of glass
This is fun
Where glass face
Will point the way
By the Forgotten Temple
Glass God

To the sun you flight early spring
To fall back later in the fall
All doubts burn early spring
It is easier to shout late autumn