Текст песни Misteria - Became a river

Sweep oar, I knew without words
Each act of yours might just be lucky
Twenty-odd years I have carried to you
Each river remember if he took a break from dreams
You're the fruit of my imagination, I invented you
You're the perfect woman, and unfortunately the fog
You do not feel, comes only in dreams
On white sails and masts of a dream ...
You're like the winter remained on the glass of ice vvide
You are obliged to be with me, but freedom - on, fly!
I lit one yet comfortable ring stove
In our hearts and the heart ... ... what is it?
We dream to live, to dream, to fly
We dream, to love, just to keep from falling
We dream to sleep soundly and dream
On white sails and masts at sunset

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