Текст песни Liliya - Четыре стены и яркие краски

Life Stories

Four walls and a bright paint,

In tieschen it's like a coloring book,

Children's books, children's dreams,

And the bright holy childhood dreams.

And in each jar with paint

You see her:

In the blue - the summer sky,

The white - all winter.

In the pink - bright bow in pigtails,

The orange - bright tail chanterelles,

In the green - grass, but which lay

The purple - a pen that wrote.

But childhood is over, the paint faded,

And it was all gray on this planet:

City, clouds, and so you want to sleep,

To catch a glimpse again

Alternating bright colors and childhood dawn,

And the golden summer sun glare.

Four walls and bright paint.

In tieschen it's like a coloring book,

Children's books, children's dreams,

And the bright holy childhood dreams ...