Текст песни Без Билета - Восемь секунд

Speak to me, even if my eyes are closed,
If the north was the south, and all the soldiers killed the world.
And let the stars now, as the leaves are dry, falling at his feet,
What makes us strong is no longer happy.

Eight seconds is flying from the earth to the sun dream
It will be nice, looks up, takes up space.
It does not snow, it's ash goes, it's the smoke floating away to the south,
Eternally Alive silently smoking in paradise.

In every drop of rain is enough joy to shed,
Even when we die, the world will not be able to stop.
There are those who stand and watch, and those who take the coals hands
Do not leave me, even when the cold sun rises over us.

Eight seconds is flying from the earth to the sun dream
It will be nice, looks up, takes up space.
It does not snow, it's ash goes, it's the smoke floating away to the south,
Eternally Alive silently smoking in paradise.