Текст песни Куба, Дакота, В. Соколовский - Про маленького мальчика

Jumping over puddles,
Over worries flying,
It is the transparency of the sky,
The infinity of dreams scroll.
Spray the sun trembling on the eyelashes,
He waves scarlet fairy tales Green.
Behind the dawn swirls
Sad joy ultramarine.

A little boy goes to war -
There he was met by a heavenly host.
In the midst of the stars, he is looking for a:
The one that words can not describe.
 - // -
Small but his.

Knowing the mystery of drainpipes,
Other dogs and sketches evening,
Pale fingers leads along the lines
Colorful lights of evening.
Stars, stars - its screen,
Sun disk - a gold record.
He was wounded in the clouds
Turquoise poems raindrops.

A little boy goes to war -
There he was met by a heavenly host.
In the midst of the stars, he is looking for a:
The one that words can not describe.
- // -

The little boy, but his star.
A small, but its ..
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A small, but its ...

A little boy goes to war -
There he was met by a heavenly host.
In the midst of the stars, he is looking for a:
The one that words can not describe.

Small, but his .. :)