Текст песни Премьер-министр - Пятый океан

If crying tired soul,
If your house is empty,
minute flow slowly
in the gloom of night,
Let's hand touches the strings,
and out of the darkness
shed light over the sun,
to understand everything you -

Your Fifth Ocean
just hid fog
but you will find it,
to create the magic of music.
Your Fifth Ocean
just hid fog
and do not need words -
This is your world, where only the music rights:

On the day when you come back to his house,
beating all the light
and decide - in this world anymore
No blind spots,
Let's hand touches the strings,
and out of the darkness
shed light over the sun,

to understand everything you -

Your Fifth Ocean
just hid fog
but you will find it,
to create the magic of music.
Your Fifth Ocean
just hid fog
and do not need words -
This is your world, where only the music rights