Текст песни Михаил Брусаков - Травы на Камнях

Licking warmth
wind from the sea groans, looking, wandering
I wanted to stay here
so I wanted to stay here

I am holy
styn stumbling drunk by the roadside
So much for God's revenge
So much for God's message

somewhere
I see the
I would like smiles furtively
and in the morning dreaming joy
that in reality
desperately

He podernet strands my snow

blue sky and paint
and paint the sky blue
blue sky and paint
and paint the sky blue

nice words
frozen birds in the palms
goodness not donesut
on the wings are not donesut

but I myself broke
so it breaks wind shutters in the house
So much for God's judgment
So much for God's judgment

you will come
and otyschesh trail
old ships to the new ports
new songs old chords
You trust me

and make me the old forces

and paint the sky blue
and paint the blue sky
and paint the sky blue
and paint the blue sky

as a time of his mouth like the grass on the rocks
silent
He who shines, whom they call
who is pure
who is pure
as a time of his mouth like the grass on the rocks
silent
who shines the one whom they call
so pure
so pure

being driven away, but I'm staying with them

and painted sky blue
and painted sky blue

and painted sky blue
and painted sky blue