Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - По утру

Whoever spoke about the journey of the heart,
As it burned halfway to paradise,
How it sang to keep warm,
How to dance on the edge

Wherever we went - it was fine,
Wherever they come - all no,
And then his hands pushed the branches
And they went out in the morning in the box

And in the morning in the box - power of the Cross,
In the morning in the box - how beautiful God,
God, how beautiful, my heart at liberty.
Here we are - in the morning.

Crimson and White came into my songs,
We're not here for the parade,
We stand together and we fall together,
And I'll sing to you if you're pleased.

At times barefoot in the grass,
Here we come - we dance with the gods,
Heaven and earth - that is our share,
We were given their freedom in a field in the morning