Текст песни Время альбиносов - Огни далеких поместий

My friend, my wind! Touch the clothes,
Quietly for me to pinch her cheek -
I'm still here, I do not lose hope
In winter, do not go to sleep and see the lights

Distant estates, entangled gently
Transparent fence forest and the river,
The current through the sky quickly and boundless,
Giving freedom of calm water.

Today, in the words only a distant sense,
And pulls to lie down on the sofa and fall asleep,
Do not see through eyelids wallpaper streaks,
Do not see any thing, do not see any point ...

My friend, my wind! Touch the clothes,
And flicking evening drowsiness uymi,
Touch my pulse and touch the hope
In winter, do not go to sleep and see the lights
  Distant estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Distant estates ...
  Estates ...