Ветром коснуться б румянца ланит, Уст целовать твоих пьяный фарфор, Море в груди моей буйной шумит, Волны уносят мой дух на Босфор.
For 4.03.2011
Where are You, my angel?
Where do You fly so high,
Where will You come tomorrow,
Where did You walk last night?
Your music runs in my blood,
Your voice fills all my chest,
I cry and laugh to the sky,
I have no time to rest...
This song breaks pain and sorrow,
Grey walls of silence room,
And maybe, it's tomorrow
It'll lead to end and doom.
O, where are You, my angel,
So, come and fly for me...
So, come, I have no strangers,
So, come and You will see...
Where do You fly so high,
Where will You come tomorrow,
Where did You walk last night?
Your music runs in my blood,
Your voice fills all my chest,
I cry and laugh to the sky,
I have no time to rest...
This song breaks pain and sorrow,
Grey walls of silence room,
And maybe, it's tomorrow
It'll lead to end and doom.
O, where are You, my angel,
So, come and fly for me...
So, come, I have no strangers,
So, come and You will see...
5.03.2011
Moscow...
Moscow...
