Текст песни Михаил Башаков - Богиня

Gardens bloomed on her dress,

Rivers - her sisters, the winds - the brothers.

Waves of light when the laughs.

She says, and the world wakes up.

 

And the vastness of the whole heaven,

Enjoy a happy song,

And the ability to resume

Seeing familiar faces in secret.

 

The appearance of its signs -

Match all subjects

Within the meaning of & quot; omne vivum ex ovo & quot; -

Glee all living things!

 

The sky is breathing as if often

And the air becomes sweeter.

Her whisper like a spring rain -

Each drop of someone's salvation.

 

But you do not ask her.

You did not ask me

Who is she?

 

Here's throw up the hands of the glow,

It is easier to understand the meaning of life,

Repeating her confession:

Joy - this is my calling!

 

And the hand caressing the clouds,

Flocks of birds it releases.

Forest and a rainbow full of paint

From her arms, like a fairy tale.

 

But you do not ask it,

You did not ask me,

& quot; Who is this? & quot;

 

The scraps of her needlework

Tel cruise and shower fun.

And on the move, always elegant,

There is a threat for the ever-sleeping.

 

So waking up before dark,

I keep trying to understand -

We are on which side of the border?

What is true and what we dream?

 

But you do not ask her.

You did not ask me

& quot; Who is this? & quot;