Текст песни Татьяна и Сергей Никитины - Над землёй бушуют травы

Above ground raging grass
clouds float as surfactants.
And one thing, there's the fact that right -
It's me, it's me, it's me ...
And I do not need fame.

Nothing is no longer necessary
I and those floating nearby.
We would live - and all reward.
We would like to live, we would like to live, we would like to live -
We sail across the sky.

This pain does not subside.
Where are you living water?
Oh, what a war is,
Oh, why, oh why, oh why? -
Why do we kill? ..

And the smoke of the paternal roof
All pale, pale and up.
Mama, Mama, you hear
My voice, my voice, my voice -
Everything on it is quieter ...

Past tears, smiles past
clouds floating over the world.
The army they are not thinned out -
Clouds, clouds, clouds ...
And there is no limit to them!

Above ground raging grass
clouds float as surfactants.