Текст песни Dimaestro - Вавилон

Hundreds of paper crafts
Launched not in the port and not in the stream.
You lived in the desert ; I lived in the cities .
We sing about the same , but in different languages.

You do not vpopad laugh and I cry not serious,
But , at the same time , we keep the oceans of bitter tears.
You do not know what it means to wait , knowing in advance :
This book is infinite until someone reads .

Each lit star ( thee or me )
I had to carry two ... .nas home.
So , do not let to me to read this book ever!
To understand each other, I will leave the city.