Текст песни Марина Меламед - Пустынная

Lyricist: Dimov Lorin

Blueness and yellowness.
Yellowness and blue.
We drive an hour and go two
In the desert.
Pulse pounding in his temples,
Lost in the desert, we,
Lost for centuries, we,
In this blue.

A year has passed il-five minutes?
Stones and rocks there then,
Here, the trees do not grow -
It is useless!
Our bus is not a camel,
To overcome this route
For him, a lot of work -
He iron.

Oh, these forced marches!
Through the eternal sands
Running away from depression,
Bad luck.
Who said that there, in the distance,
somewhere on the edge of the earth
there is an oasis of love
and salvation?

No more ridiculous this lie!
There, in the distance a mirage.
Who came up with that off the beaten track
More happiness?
The joy and trouble,
That is, the sun and the water,
The same eternal enmity
The same passion.

But stubborn people.
His life - continuous escape
From usual affairs and troubles,
From adversity.
Loud radio yelling,
And now it's our turn
Under the merry-fox
Go to happiness.